Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

A Mad Man In Mad Ways - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I am a madman,
And I have mad fantasies.
I avidly think of you
In the strangest ways.
I want to see you
In your bedroom look,
Your elbow room trance.
I want to picture your
Out of bed imagery.
The way your hair sticks out
In disarray from the heavy
Sculpting of slumber and
The mattresses.
I want to be one with your sin -
Your sin of telling the truth
And eating it.
I am obscured.
I want to be the dog
That buries your bones
And paint them with a palette
Of chauvinism.
Such freedom
Such potent energies.
I told you, I am a madman,
And as a mad man,
I am very mad in rummaging ways
Like that of a wan mockingjay,
I want to picture you as a willow tree
Where I perch in a solitary meeting.
But perhaps, the maddest fantasy
I have is that
I want to be the soliloquy
That surrounds you.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

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