Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

Why do you always
Point out my flaws?
Like a marksman.
Very accurate.
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Dear Flint,
I remember, you used to write legibly
With a taut on a pen and you adamantly
Stroked the thin body of the paper with
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What if I told you
By the church patio that
You have transcended
Among the stars?
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You were anonymous at first.
There was a sharp violence that rests
In your eyes.
I think I caught one of your stares
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The aerial assault
Of the derelicts
Carried a whole cocktail
Of macabre.
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A tigress makes ready,
It’s as if she’s refurbishing
Her artillery - a state-of-the-art
Inebriation that deludes you
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Your presence fills me
Like a gorged chasm,
But then, let me punctuate
This ill-begotten satisfaction
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You are an open page,
A naked, austere literary.
Your elegiac scent has gone astray,
And the broken souls captured it.
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You.
You’re a snake
Wrapped in gold
In porcelain.
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You will never, ever fool me.
Whenever I enter a trance
And write poetry
You feign exuberance that lingers
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