Thin Lucid Velvet Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Dreary lips touching the smeared floor,
With the cicada holding a feast on my teeth
Gnashing teeth of yellow, with hints of tar
Sulfuric nights wound up in the streetlights
Dancing in pairs, leaving me alone in the promenade
What pain lies behind these stalwart walls?

The phosphorescent skin in a caustic threshing
Separating the integument from the bone ridden with a plague
I whispered nonchalantly an incantation,
To ridicule the Gods that surround me,
In omnipotence, I am cast to an asthenic place,
Struggling to move about the places of vapid gallows.

No supremacy held on a noose so bold
That it calls the name of the black horse in a moribund
Ebbing tide of flames and currents to restrain him
From settling in a shore where the shells conspire
With the Sun, the thin velvet tapered in the lines of the waters blue and lucid
That it reminds him so much of the sparrows, the albatross
In his childhood, now corrupted by impeccable senescence.