“Missing You Then, Missing Me Now”

12 Dec

“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.

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