Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

There was a man
Named Thomas,
And he was a delinquent,
A truant beau of the morning
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Thomas was a man
Who sauntered under the Sun
And he wore his shades
Of ebony tint
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And there was a book that rested

Idly, as it made subtle stenches
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The crisp breeze
Landed on the brambly foliage
And the canines strayed too far away
From their kennels and moored
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There is a bandwagon,
A caravan, a vassalage
Waiting for me. They have prepared
A banquet not of thieves, not of fools
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To a star-crossed woman,
Who dangles wanly
As she is hoisted within the far seas
Of the turbulent skyline;
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Have a good one, lovely
For we do not know when this would end.
Mirth is volatile -
A pernicious ecstasy
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The stations fill,
And the trains are gorged.
The buses slowly moan
A guttural, hoarse cry.
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It was the time of childlike summers
When I was first acquainted with the carnal
Invitation of jealousy.
We were slowly prancing like mad rascals
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The prying flowers salute me.
Your eyes gesture graciousness.
Your hands are steady with apprehension,
Whilst my soul is not
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