Shameful Banquet Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

In the banquet of
Nostalgia and euphoric lucidity
I lost myself in a trance
Of ebullient soliloquy
The light strays and stalls

Derided among the concrete walls
Where I pull memories,
Closer and closer, like a bullet
To the bone, scathing my varnished
Young, untainted skin that ached so much

Of the heart that pangs with the pendulum
Because the heartbeats sound
Like impending doom,
And I could only prance in a den of lions,
Swallow constellations and harass aeons

In the noon time bliss of the mind’s fornication
If I were to fan the flame
In my heart, then like a sea of fiery eyes
I will submerged each and every memory
Locks

Chin and jaw lines
Eyes, mauve, sometimes lush
Underneath the dying foliage
Boots, or sometimes sandals
The vagabonds that stray along the

Marred walls because of the vandals
Then the ashen grains
Across the phosphorescent streak of light
Would purge me of the blight,
That I long held,

In these arms, dragging and flailing
And then in one more lifetime
I will remember once again
Locks, chins, chiming voices
Across the tulips, lilies

And scented daffodils
Hearts thrown past window panes,
Territories won over hunger games
If you shall set your eyes on the horrendous feature
Upon the front of the studded face of

A monster, harking like a lost crow
Then you have turned yourself,
Into the things that you hate,
Realizing that time is a broken vessel,
And salvation came in too late,

Far more complex than life or death
Is to lose in between
So tell me
Have you lost yourself?