Dry Stick Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

You are a vessel
I am a vessel
And you claimed so
As we had cigarettes
Dangling on our fissured lips.

The machine
And its machinism,
The wreck
The rubble
Stories that fumble,
Now have gone into
Total desolation.

You are a distant archipelago.
And in nights where I revel
With blank shadows,
I remember you
A hapless lion in the woods.

You’re siphoned
And I don’t know if
It’s just a body -
A soulless figure
Or an exhausted vesper.

I wonder where you went
When we signed resignation
With the morose shadows.