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Great Space Coaster.
We set the galactic sails
and that was that.
Me and the boys.
Starchild and Sir Nose
Bootsy, Glen, George, Eddie
all those cats.
We did the loose booty.
We had codenames
stuck to each others heads
next to the jukebox,
near the dirty balls and slides
in Burger King.
Our immortality was a given.
We wore Steely Dan armor and
fought off death with our bop guns.
We took to commando missions
late at night, climbing
into the Coaster dressed in all black.
It was small town Michigan.
We stormed Wilder Creek smoking lightning,
and climbed the nuclear grass piles
using wide-angle vision.
We felt the gravity of Ho Chi Min
and saw nature for the first time
stripped of our knowledge, infused with awe.
We saw the Devil’s remains twice, as a deer skull
and a pentagon of trees fallen outside of Albion.
We played four square with the Jolly Green Giant
until the sun collapsed,
when we would make our way
to the truck stop for apple pie.
-This poem is featured in Juice