Apocalypse

Fifteen minutes to the apocalypse.
He’s been waiting for this, favourite
Vinyl record on the turntable. He
Locks his office door, sits down on
His armchair exactly halfway between
Each speaker, lowers the stylus into
The old treasured ridges, turns the
Volume onto full. No other sounds
Can exceed this. He leans back and
Lets the music and its vibrations move
Him until he is no more.

R 19/02/2025 17:28