we lived on a romantic comedy

on a spaceship

some of the time

I rode horses on a spaceship, a corral made of broken construction cups


found the club, yellow hollywood

.               percussive                                 (swing cunts) didn’t punch

holidays with winters in the evening

like moab flirts me

on a you were always on my spaceship


it is time praying plaster             air  graffiti

of coke sunset butterflies fucking

always finds me

because I think, we went to jazz

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