Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

To the modest mouse,
Whose home, remotely shrouded
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I am a fool and I admit,

But today, I wager everything that I own:
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This fabricated hollow
A cantankerous exploit
Of white-washed figures
The grotesquerie is present
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</>Even the rain subsides
When you thought it wouldn’t,
The torturous, searing rain
Parallel to each other,
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Tattered as a cloth used
In wiping an infant’s disintegration
Or the threadbare skirt of an old woman’s
Chagrin
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And they think they were invincible.
When they were only specks of light
Among the marred stars.
And they think they were unfathomable,
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I knew the account
Of a wolf so hungered
Starved to the bone
By serendipity.
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A tulip on her skived lips,
Tucked safely inside the depths
Of her sapid orifice that held
Closely that it has evaded the mundane,
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No breed.
Nothing to heed
But the reel beyond
The tub.
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Perch atop a windmill kick,
You jovial hummingbird.
Hummingbird dance,
Hummingbird fly.
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