Nikkita By The Elbows Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Diffused light on my skin,
Aloofness of the weaved, daring satin
Fell lightly upon fissures of the mesoliths
And the strings upon mannequins disentangle upon lips

Expelled, is the scent of the daffodils
Compelled by the auspicious cheap thrills
Of the eyes that meander across conjoined hills,
Savvy my obscure blighted thinking, partially impaired

Seagulls darting upon waters, rippling in a circumference
Of large planets that look so naked in the eyes of the indifferent
Fortuitous demise of the so-called saints lambasted across pillars
Ionic, is it? Do I have claim upon the dying light of the stars?

Vulnerability speaks and slurs in its foreign speech,
The stern voice, now huddled with such misty breeze
Hoarsely, guttural, like a raspy cobra hissing, pouncing
Preying upon children in prayers across the Sunshine's waxing unnoticed corona.

Crude statements assume the positions of goblets,
Spilling on the table, toppled maybe, by careless, shaking hands
Where are you in the revelry? Your father went home, inebriated,
Driving along the streets of Metropolis like a madman, his car in a wreck

Defiled among the streets, your mother weeps,
With the tears salty like the Atlantic, deferred upon the thin layers
Of the horizon, wrapped like Christmas Eve omens
Ubiquitous under lights of ten thousand cities bursting in acumen

Malevolent men and coquettish women walk around,
Dazed in the premise of the sons and daughters of distraught
What war has this baffling lie brought forth to the land of decadence?
By any chance, have you seen Nikkita? I haven't seen her in the cabaret.

She went here, only for a brief moment,
The way fireworks at dawn gyrate in the evening sky,
In the diseased, and insensitive resolutions of the New Year's Eve
Fireworks are ephemeral, the loneliness is perennial.

Have you seen Nikkita by the elbows of the bar?
I only found her voice, bellowing from afar.
I ventured deep enough under empty bottles of Scotch and Whiskey
Have you gone far enough that I render myself, cloying and finicky?