Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

The system tells us
That we’d be opulent
Kids of our erstwhile
Misfortunes
...

Let me introduce to you
The game of the liars.
(Trust me, they’re
Adept at this.)
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The stars scintillate
In their excitatory states
And the moon lunges with
Stale escapism.
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As I was in a paroxysm
Of a venomous gale
Impregnated with the
Vindication of the uncouth
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A lot of things hurt:

A dagger to the chest,
A malady,
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I heard a man
From the background
As I was slowly relishing
Upon my cigarette
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You know what I’d do
When I get these
Cold hands upon
A Polaroid?
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I sauntered past the vestibule,
And acquired myself a seat -
A rampant, fidgety chair that
Was sullied by the patrons.
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Gravity worked upon
The asphalts.
Rain fell madly
Upon the rooftops,
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There is a warfare of
Pyrotechnics in the sky
That heralds the enigmatic
Moon.
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