Volcanic seance.

When Vegas Turns out to be a volcanic Seance 

films sets With furnaced trees and doubles 

stars already in retirement living down the street

But now spotted on the junction of a suburb.

The Suicide doors of a Devil pact table 

made on the move a statute around a Chess set town  

living out lazy narratives under shaded Tower 

Rubber tree bound in a warped box 

found floating on a beach of man made Arch’s.

A Typeface you cant climb but with a worded ladder 

You could build to reach those hen toothed hills 

Where we could build a light house that shows

the sea beds of phosphoresecent mysteries 

Hidden beneath volcanic distant scenes 

So let’s pretend we ran away in hand made canoes 

survey the cabled line following the beep that’s calling.

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