the same french accent taunts,

not her i met
barely saw the flash of flame

as i dove behind concrete,

sweating, sneak around,
toss a bottle, hear the fire roar

i pop up and fire,
the blur i see heavy suit
tank now punctured,

hiss into cursing,
more roar,
im behind a station wagon,

pop my magazine
load one single bullet
a battery with a charge set to spark,

ever heard of a controlled burn?
- my words draw stomping boots,

i skitter around see the draining fuel,
i fire, duck,
hearing a cry of you bitch!
just before explosion....

raging flame as the eruption pushes the car im behind,
sprinklers kick in,

i take a photo of the flaming body,
strut away letting the night cool me down,

in the distance i hear engines
law and fire...

text DL -
fire angel taken care of
you can sleep bud XOXO