“Missing You Then, Missing Me Now”
Unfortunate jukeboxes
wore at the hammer-end of our fists
but you could make the juice flow
under moons
could even taste the blood in our beer
and you’ll whine like a cat in heat
taste the teeth in our spaceship
left by the radio
the goddess gloves live
by the translucent lizard window
for gizzards to kiss us
the souls of the musics
suits of the snake hand
chambers in potted plants
the emperor of the ship
dwells surrounded by orbs of power
echo to taste engine flames
even your lives
even your too much at a distance.
nicholauspatnaude 
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