Spare This Blundering Fool Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Carrying the wind,

In his pocket, sordid travail eclipsing over the field

He must have a close liaison,

With the blighted heavens suffocated by incantations


Moonlight eviscerated across the air

Dissipating amongst the clouds, tender eclair

His head, hoisted by such regression

Of tears that crystallize upon his jaw


The sunlight beguiled inside raindrops,

And you can see it glinting with such despair,

Skewering sunlight on the intrepid skyline.

You can hear the waters clattering upon impact


Swept among the streets are nimble hands in disarray,

And the shadows that lurk among the foliage, gone astray

Sooner today the sunlight would sleep,

And the only thing remembered is the vivid imagery of the sunlight,


That illuminated almost clearly, in a yellow beam

With his eyelids careening over his glowering face

Bliss has left him like a muse without a trace,

And all that's left are days under the smoky haze


If his was a kingdom of porcelain memories,

Beckoning in the dark with arms like sentries,

Is a place where all the damned princes rule,

In a plea written by quivering hands, 'Spare this blundering fool.'