And To Have And Have Not Is A Blur Of Delusion Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

And To Have And Have Not Is A Blur Of Delusion



And to have and have not loved you
Is a blur of delusion;
A drunken scrounge to a prayer's
Most portentous impaling.

The stars condescend to the submission
Even the constellations tremble upon
The mishap: A wayward fellow gushing
Through time's deprived trance
A hungered blow to the viscera.
The waves lambaste in a paroxysmal vitriol.

I feel the waves mince through my core
In and out of this delusion
A far-fetched intrusion to delectable impasses;
I know pain like a name malingering
And I know your name like a pendulum dwindling.

I am as forlorn as an orphaned tale -
The distraught looms like a weaving spinerette
An arachnid's baleful motive, in here the fumbling
Of the foliage is embellished in the zephyr's
Cold, pernicious kiss
The tyranny of the gods are camouflaged
In the night's boorish flambeau.

They have deprived me
Of the real entity
The enigma that is told upon skived lips:
Reach thou with hands of efflux
The blood surges in a sentimental reflux.

Delusions and invitations
To the night's soliloquized heraldry
The prying glass of shards genuflect
Upon incendiary salutations:
I am hungered but then gorged with craving
Embittered as the gods emboss flagrant chortles
With elixirs in their grotesque goblets.

I am deluded in this derision
But then to seal you like a snare that
Coils a dream:
I will bask in this delusion
Until you are here -
Too real to the touch, an empirical bliss.
Because in this impeccable sedation
Of picturing you here, brazen as the
Sprightly field of March,
I am infinite as the others face the attrition
In their austere affinities.

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