Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

The Banquet - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I am cordially
And emphatically invited
By the ways
And means of
Screaming infidelities -
To a banquet
Where all the sumptuous
Varieties are laid
Out in a porcelain table.

There are nights where
I bring this upon myself,
Like a deluge of non-reassuring
Counterbalances.

I am not to meddle
With these niceties wrapped
In a fantastic aesthetic of

Wrapping lethally contrived
Cajoles
With the darkest sheathe of
Pompous and poignant glaze.

Even the moon winced
At this banquet of
Fools
And contempt.

I’ve got better things
To do than gratify myself
With this cesspool.

And I think the
Glasses are calling
My name.
Now, pour that
Silent drink and
Let the flames
Begin.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011



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