Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Flaccid Flame - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
You blew the candles dead,
You closed these eyes - shunned them
Sent them into the exacerbation
Of the crow’s dismantling guffaw,
And the smoldering blood of the Sun
Regurgitated upon your pretentious sap.
You danced in front of the mirror
While I took photographs of you.
Do you remember this?
The core laughs in an enervating dissonance
As you incarcerated your cynosure
And that is the heart -
Sometimes you are oblivious
To where the heart is,
And that is what pains me the most.
You speak of a fire
That never swathes, nor
Incinerates my entirety.
A flaccid flame.
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