Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

It was a night where
The mouths of the stars
Gnash.
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All the women
In the world
Are the same
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Sometimes
When I go
To cemeteries
I wonder
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I am driving down
The downtrodden streets
And my god the Sun
Burned through the dashboard
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She pulled her dress
Off her insipid shoulders
And I saw her spinerette
Beaming towards me.
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Blood
For blood,

Love for
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In the morning
Where the people
Are awake with strife,
I clench my fists
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I can hear
Your threading pulses,
Your gravelly cries -
I can hear you
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The pictures froze
In a guileful dance.
The Sun held an acrimony
In the devious guise of
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I’ve always had a
Fascination with fire.
From centuries
To battles
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