Cellars, Alleys Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Sugar plums, candy canes
Clouds in blenders of eyes with jagged teeth
Stormy front of the candle haze
Raining chandeliers in chained symphonies

Sophisticated sunrise,
The moon collapses and respires
Heavily, caving in like bullets in vast oceans
Constellated confrontation of fate, a failed amenity

The child shudders,
In the sunken plaza of lonesome brothers
Purchasing cheap wine from cellars in alleys
The night pillages the morning from their souls

Cellars in alleys,
Tame eyes in unmanned bestiaries
The vestal dissonance landing like planes
On ears, corrupted ears

Have you ever wasted yourself in the premise
Of strange impressions in cellars and alleys?
The cake moss in your lungs like gallows
The sallow carbon of anything that follows.

I dragged my body,
Past cellars and alleys
A tedious passage, deprived from light
A knife to the chest, only in hindsight.

Bitter plums, sullen canes
Blinding past the window panes
The sunny vision of forgotten days
Disrupted like the static in the skyline,