Machines to remember

Oh sweet tilt on smooth glass
Angled down come fast
At seven degrees
Come fast and click
A shiny head
Right down on that
And slap
That's the sound that happens --
Glass that cracks
Has no stiff place
Not here --
Click and slap
Setting up for a long ride
Like coffee and mints or something
Only like nothing
Like nothing ever been before
Only the chance
The chance to make something happen
From a sliver of copper-nickel clad
Into steel and more steel
Then a jingle swish
Deep in there
Red eyes looking back
Screaming twenty-five
Or 3x and then a twenty-five
Or fifty
Whatever it's hungry for
Running low on luck for the day
Big numbers about to appear
Out of nowhere
When that first one appears
That glowing scuffed universe
Rocking into place
Then still
Just waiting
Anticipating a perfect arc
A soulful shove
Smooth and sacred
Perfectly moving from one proper place
To another
No jolt just groove
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9.16.10

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