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.