Friday, 10 August 2012

His Best Volcanic Suit

He was wearing his best volcanic suit.
Black sections like tectonic plates
laced together with larva.
His fingers played power chords,
sent scorching notes around the auditorium.
Sent them flaming into the audience, forged
a burning ballad and the crowd waved
hands that blazed like suns,
the swaying motion reaching
the satellites recording the scene
a million miles below.

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