New Year Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

All the frenzied people
Filled the streets
And the skies are vivaciously
Grinning at us
As the pyrotechnics
Skived the skyline athwart.

A man asked me,
“What do you do during
The eve of New Year? ”
I told him,
Blatantly:

I undress myself
So people’d see my scars.
I flash them exuberantly
So they’d know what they did to me.
I open rancid bottles
Of whiskey and drink like
A mad man,
Because I’m a mad man

And that’s what it is all
About.
Live your life madly.
Love madly.
Curse madly.
Hope madly.
Believe madly.
Be mad about a lot of things,
Like this looming
Year anew
That reeks of auspicious auguries.

Only, I do not believe
The people and their resolutions.
“You’re a terrible man.”
At that moment,
I wanted to go into a bar
And engage in a fist fight,
A bar brawl,
A back-alley killing.

Because I am always
Right about these people.
I wish that sometimes,
They had wicks with them
For they are engorged with
Gunpowder inside themselves.

I will light them all up
And watch them blow
Themselves to smithereens.
I have always lit
Myself up for people
Just to make something beautiful.

Not anymore.