FIRST RESPONDER

Firefighter, cold heartthrob,
	much in common
	with 
		tame Rob.

Floating helmet,
	empty suit,
Sturdy pair of rubber boots.
		Boating shoes,
	(one of the jews)
Gets called in O'dark / 
		morning news.

Brooklyn Firehouse Number 9,
	Get to work, it's boogie TIME.
		Fraternize in parking lot /
Ranger training, likes it hot.
	TIME to give it all you've got!

	Motivations?
Working stiff /
		Guy who puts his dick in GIF's
	Into building
float /
		take lift.

The year of our Lord, twenty-twenty
		2018, like his Bentley
kick the door in /
		push it, gently		
		(someone must've broken through?)
		one ellipsis,
		pause,
		"Hi... who...?"

		Watercooler
	Staging ground
"...goddamn trusses coming down!"
		"O-Ok Tim, you fucking clown."
cut the power
	Lights are down.
	Space is curved
and TIME is round.

		"Y-You there, in the rubber jacket!"
"Gotta cut through.  Grab the hatchet."
		"Whoah!  Hey, hey!"
(Rend fallen door).
		(grey matter across the floor).

	Present / Future
somehow merged.
(haint's preemptive fun'ral dirge).

		>sees afterlife
		>Hell?
		>keeps on slackin'!
>sees future
>as / before it happens.