Automatic Fire Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

A dawdling flare
Scales these bare avenues
Steadily – a relentless fixation:
A fiery tarantula dream.
Eyes sealed shut
Meshing to break skin
The flare razes
The fore-and-aft of this
Mesmeric union.
Tethered, moored to a station:
The flambeau that buoys
Over these threading musings.
A rampant, sweltering winter
Clambers over the surface.
Caged fury;
A tangle of gossamer elements.
The flowers salute
The alarming shrill of the clocks:
The night sinks deeper into
The firmament.
An automatic burst motions
Into the uncultivated cynosure
Of avenues.
An incendiary abrasion -
The ebb tide of the flame
Remains there, faultless
Waiting in a stationary gyration
To be ignited once again.
The scent grovels
As the stars die out
Within their wry blunders.
All the same
Underneath the aberrant celestials,
The bellicose moon
This pugnacious contender
A lush arson -
A saccharine merger,
An invincible tale.