titanium gown

a gown of titanium,
in vertigo
he burned down
the house of
his soul.

chilling news,
frigid weather.

a climax in the middle
of heat stroke and a
Arsonist’s mad, delusionary, journey;

He was drunk;
on dandelion wine
and bitterness.

she wore a gown,
of titanium, copper, and
a scarf of woven Ivy.
with the tree-branches,

rivers of ringlets,
of her darkest hair.

He never saw her-standing there.

Mother Natures Wrath;
Forest Fires,
Nightmares, and a
Drunken fat arsonist’s
Dirty Wet-Dream.


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