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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I am an automatic wanderer:
I lackadaisically brave
The riotous sea as I banter
With the Sun’s flustering fever
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In the high-noon,
The muse acclaimed
Like the enigmatic moon
Of star-kissed flight;
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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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And you unlock the door,
Revealing the rancorous streets
The sunlight exploded on your face.
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Your hands
Calloused
Toiling in this drudgery
Impugn to the wildfire
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Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
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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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Apart from all men,
That have taken the world
Of genders, ambivalent or certain
Might have blunted themselves
Like stones on the shore
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