I draw on lilac cigars through my mask so her journey in neon stays safely as a highlight in gas filtered clouds
the faulty starter judders the light flora scented and in the flickering clouds an attempt at landing reveals her girdle red in a flash of steely eyes and suddenly mine were blinded just as she rubbed against the dark
combing her strands wildly apart she shook blonde roots and brunettes alike I'm a sucker for hair turned hydrogen peroxide mixed with air to make stars startling amidst malefactory dye
metal booms swung away at each other in the distance building her model oxygen tanks for pin up flower cuttings and garlands on picket fences
she kissed the ground and I gas peddled a stomp on the glowing end to the stub
only to drop like a skeleton with lead hands to follow any seeds ******* burnt rain
my father smoked heavily as he described this dream to me a premonition he said from a night before the disaster when he awoke still at home Acknowledgement to the Hello poet Chloe whose mention of the Hindenburg in Counterbalance reminded me of his experience.
The Hindenburg disaster took place on Thursday, May 6, 1937, as the German passenger airship LZ 129 Hindenburg caught fire and was destroyed during its attempt to dock with its mooring mast at the Lakehurst Naval Air Station, New Jersey. Of the 97 people on board, there were 35 fatalities.