Dire Manhattan #2 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The populace
And the raves,
The rustling of the tousling
Wind told me the
Best of Manhattan’s revelries.

The city is filled with
A fraternization of bars
And the locale embezzled like
The rogue of the night.
I have seen the lights,
The doors that opened
To the patrons
Their grins,
Their chuckles
And their faces of
Besmirched anticipation.
The city betroths them
To a night of promise.

But then, these bars,
These revelries held
The portent of the wintry air
That all of us
Die inside these boxes
In between pillars,
Drowning underneath empty glasses,
Abandoned hearts,
Chagrined faith
And a soul that refuses to believe.

Underneath the Manhattan
Lights,
The Manhattan sights,
The Manhattan sentries,
The Manhattan grotesqueries

The stars dislimn one by one.