The Works Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I break
And shattered
Empty liquor bottles
On the walls
Bled myself in
And out of
This madness

I retch at the
Pavements
And lose myself
In public places,
Secret places,
Islands and
Morose trudges

I disdain
And even call
The others
Obnoxious
And that is how
It works
We gamble
And we lose
And we die
Only to live
Again - a sodden
Attrition which
Paves for
A limitless verve

And then I
Pour my heart out
In this machinery
And I told
The populace
How I starved
Myself into
Oblivion
Into the shamefulness
Of lost love
And putrid rue

And then someone
Noticed
And said that
When a soul breaks
It searches for another
And then
Life finally began.