the house

was burning
w/such
bright orange
intensity i
didn’t know
if i’d be
able to
walk in
side but i
didn’t feel
the heat
only
the velocity
of heat
even
when i
was stan
ding in the
crackling
heart of
the living
room
where
fire was
also
the furniture
i looked
around &
recognized
dillinger
waiting
on
the other
side of
the flames
he was
all
dressed up
like
he was
going
to a bank
robbery
or
a big
night
on the
town
the second
he saw me
he walked
thru a
chair of
fire
w/something
that
resembled
a piece
of the
night
spilling
from his
hand
he smiled
sd
some words
that the
sparks
ate up
&
gave me
a machine
gun