Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems
Again, Again, Again, Again, Again...
Some people are sodden
This is a mad carousel -
Mount each vessel
With an impassive resolution.
You can’t kill a man
Who’s already dead, darling.
You can’t steal something
From a man who owns nothing.
You can’t shatter a man’s soul
When he hasn’t any.
You can’t cut deeper into my skin anymore,
You’ve sifted the flesh from my bone.
Can’t you remember?
I guess some people aren’t only
Redundant and sodden.
They’ve got a bad case of forgetfulness too.
For Long, Forlorn
The dense soliloquy,
The engaging isolation,
That siphons my strength, the strength I lost
Long before I found you in the middle of the Arctic
Ice caps of polar beasts bask,
And the Herculean Task I am to perform,
Executed poorly, a hero in the rags of mice
I own you like a flower, a flower in a lonely garden.