Whimsical Penchant Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I remember
Waking up to the
Blunders of the pendulum
And the sound of
The people poking
Dead fireworks with
Slender sticks.

And then everything
Was smeared with

The possible shamefulness
Of forgotten love
And startling obsequiousness.

My odd fellows were
Huddled up in a
Round table, with
Still bottles of liquor
And protrusile cigarettes
Lingering by their lips
And they told me,
”Hey, c’mere! ”
And I nodded.

The families were
Filled to their brims
With delicacies
And they told me,
”Hey, c’mere! ”
And I nodded.

I always nod
When I don’t want
Things.

Someone calling me
At 3: 00 in the morning.
I nodded.
I uttered, “You’re calling
Only to tell me
Of how shabby I am.”
I nodded again.

Everything was useless.
Until someone lit
A firework
She was covered
In the dark
And her whimsical
Penchants of
Simultaneously lighting
The fireworks
Stunned me.

I didn’t nod.
I snuck behind her
And lit the firecrackers too.