Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

I feel you waxing in the night
Like the immense moon of golden tinge;
Silken lining fringe by fringe,
I can feel you hissing a misspelling in the macabre.
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Georgia, sprawl of lacquer, why do you face your boudoir
With that spark of a face - the aftermath of a beautiful mess?
You hold your cup of tea brimming with acrimony,
Georgia you are lovely in your thousand-fringed dress
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In the high-noon,
The muse acclaimed
Like the enigmatic moon
Of star-kissed flight;
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And you unlock the door,
Revealing the rancorous streets
The sunlight exploded on your face.
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I have been breached
By the onslaught of
Nothingness.
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Nothing ever beats
A silent drink beside
An inamorata
Or alone still,
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Perhaps to fade slowly, in the passing
Of the stars, or the cars, or the constellations
That I fortuitously tell out of whim, is to lose you
With one single breath of a withered tulip, a world of lilac dresses
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I shall declare as if, “The night is lost,

And the child froze by the park bench.”
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Walking, with pearls on his fingers,

One for each ear
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Perhaps, the best defense

Is to keep shut, shunned, marred
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