Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems
Again, Again, Again, Again, Again...
Some people are sodden
This is a mad carousel -
Mount each vessel
With an impassive resolution.
You can’t kill a man
Who’s already dead, darling.
You can’t steal something
From a man who owns nothing.
You can’t shatter a man’s soul
When he hasn’t any.
You can’t cut deeper into my skin anymore,
You’ve sifted the flesh from my bone.
Can’t you remember?
I guess some people aren’t only
Redundant and sodden.
They’ve got a bad case of forgetfulness too.
Sugar plums, candy canes
Clouds in blenders of eyes with jagged teeth
Stormy front of the candle haze
Raining chandeliers in chained symphonies
The moon collapses and respires
Heavily, caving in like bullets in vast oceans
Constellated confrontation of fate, a failed amenity