Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Thirty-Minute Interval - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

6 o’clock in the evening
And I am dressed finely,
Handsomely like a man going to wed -
I donned my best suit,
And my best smile,
Just to see how much chagrin
The world holds.

It’s 6: 30 in the evening,
And the dogs scattered all across
The streets like the cigarette butts
From strangers.
I paid too much for alcohol to smile,
Wasted so much on cigarettes
To feel good,
And now I feel worse.

How much money do these people make?
These headless incognitos sprawling across the bar,
With makeshift stories to make a patron
Feel good inside himself.
How pathetic,
How disarrayed.
I paid too much for life,
I never give exact amounts.
They gave me my change:
Death at 7: 00 in the evening
At a rancorous bar alley.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

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