Flash Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Flash



I will don my
Best sartorial flame
For tonight
The pyrotechnics will
Flash one by one,
And the memories
Will too -

I’ve given no
Care
Nor remorse
Towards my resolutions
For these are only
Ephemeral consolations.

In front of the typewriter,
I will burst
Like the flambeau
Of the festivity.
I will explode
As I write

To the derelict
The doors are closed,
The windows are sealed,
The stillness of the night
Echoes in the hollow chasms
You have paved inside of me.
Sometimes I can hear
The pangs flourish
But soon wane to the sound
Of the church patio
And the vociferous
Roars of the pyrotechnics.

To the old roads,
I keep no memory of them
Nor do I desire to navigate
Yet in hindsight
Pieces of me remain there,
Burning
But then I shall let them char
And whittle away

To the mirrors,
To the sections of the home
That watched my body
Crumble
And to those who gave no cares,
I will let oblivion swallow
You whole as you did
To me.

And to the fountains that ushered
Hope, to the sentinels that
Hauled me out of the pretentious forests
Of abandonment, desolation and abeyance -
They stood like stalwart sentries,
I will let myself raze and
Transpose myself into immutable
Gyratory splendors
Because in the nothingness of the night,
All of you have tethered me towards
Restoration.

The nights will be flash
The memories too
But they will come in a surreptitious dash,
Rummaging to the pallid, uproarious blue.

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