Meddlesome Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

As the city rests
Here we slip
Out of sleep
And onto the city
Like maniacal
Vespers -
A mercurial hysteria.

When they are
Gorged, we eat
Ourselves up
Flames upon candles,
Waters upon trenches.

When you sit there
Calmly, that is where
I lose myself
In a trance:
A lucid possession
So keep it in you
Frenzied flare:
Gyrate.

And when the world
Crumbles, tears apart
Inside and out
That is where
We rest asylum
And watch the world
Implode - this is
How I want the vale
To reach its conclusion.

And when they ask
Us questions
We will answer them
With our intoxication.
We'll baffle them
With our sonorously
Visceral silence
Until they lose themselves
In our enigmatic
Breaths.

When they frequent
The streets, we sleep
And when they are
Tucked into repose,
There, our consolation -
The world
Is our playground.