performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Firestorm
Firestorm It’s hard not to fantasise, me being me. Standing central, amongst trunks, incendiary. Not to demonish natural causes. Consumption combustion, my muse in reusing. Blaze-radiant heat, crisping my contours, flaking to flames, delaminating me. Baked like a boar, but burning still deeper. Entropic plan to crush molecular movement, for ever! Chilling, for now, inferno for more, people, devoid of extinguishers ploy. Let’s empty the petrol of infinity’s plan.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
