Chrome Gauge Clusters and Me

With black hush fell the machines at midnight
in metal lung barking into
the ephemeral crown of our stratosphere
Colonel Hellas cried for war
the battle songman summoned
and the DollBoys flyers sent to their vipers

no thunderstorm hung heavy in our
starry ceiling
as in flying fatigues sinched tight
I settled over my chrome gauge clusters
patterns of electric pink probability
with capable intention
but what befell the coming night was
a storm much worse

who thought a morning could come with
all our longing spent,
this is Val Traxx1

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dammit
are there any vipers left?
any at all?

what we need is a Will Smith
but all we got now
is me.

TA