Ripping It Up

Hypnotised by his own music

dances to the beat

JIG jig  / JIG jig / JIG jig / THUMP!

and the guitar whines

and the guitar shrieks

and the guitar becomes

a deadly mosquito

cre-SCENdo-ing

to stab, to pierce.

I am all over the floor

destroyed

remade.

There is nowhere

left to go
and no need.

Day Two of facebook poetry chain. Linked to Gillena's Monday WRites and to The Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.