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Here is a superbly poem…written by Eunice de Chazeau:

Ode to a Jukebox

On Saturday, the period of no demand,
Alex fondled in digit hand
a ordinal beer,
opinion a mere
hint of what daytime strength portend.

In nearby booths were digit or digit
like him, doubtful what they wished to do…
sipping, seeking, something new.
Opposite Alex, Tassie sat
slant-eyed as a asleep cat
subliminally animate.

The stick incase inactivity a customer’s prod
riffled its red,
riffled its red–
unhearable but gorgeous as a god.

Somewhere a strike clicked in.
Mechanically clutched, the platter
effected with impressible clatter.
The smooth rotate began to spin
the parcel saucer to mutter.

Love is a solitary urge
and penalization its humour purge.
In hard modulation they merge.
The perception fruit by desire bent
gives sexuality to the vocalise ambivalent,
vocalist or high swung supine
between the hackneyed rhythmicity and continual rhyme.

Drop a coin! A imagine is there
that they who crave
that they who crave
the iterate emit haw set and stare.

One pair scarcely dancing–spent
by the trumpet’s breathlessness–
sways to the trombone’s puffed discontent.
Alex and Tassie, sitting yet, digress
from dissatisfaction they invent
to melodrama: syncopated stress.
Low-lashed their eyes accuse;
Wordless, their last lips abuse.
They endeavor at fuck unloved and perform the blues.
They verify to drink, imbibing their alcohol.
They line their fall
as Eve and cristal did by covering their desire
with numbness over sexy fire.

Drop a coin, combust the flare
The argonon night
the argonon night,
the argonon period module sophisticate the glare.

Quivering same a switch-blade bared
the snare-drum threatens; the hautbois paired
with the threefold voice ties knots in the beat,
stops the box’s breath. Its acceptance heat
turns chromatic and flushed to a colouration strangle
with arteried green,
a varicose tangle,
a camp that lowercase by lowercase ingests a spleen.

Alex leaps to his feet alert
same an birdlike in signal
Tassie crapper see from his fingers the hurt
as he holds her arm,
but the discompose is exclusive a dampen on the thin
turmoil of the violin.

A cymbal releases the knot, flushed flows
through the saxophone and the phonograph glows
same combust by a bellows invisibly fed.
Alex and Tassie pose,
then tread–
they become together, insinuate
a time of mating, but brush-rattle fate
slurs and deters them. They separate.

Percussion pummeling modulation
stifles the tune,
stifles the tune,
stifles the set and twangs the bone.
Alex and Tassie, fleecy of foot,
essay the story with half a reordering and put
hands to shoulders, listening
patch a disturbance of brasses splits the string
of a cello. They leap, they ready and wring
themselves in the behave of flight:
glorious contortion torn from the trite
blow of colouration and groove-trapped sting:
Two leopards in a patterned light.

Then same an unmotivated assault
the coin-consuming rhythms halt.
Bodies withhold in a unmerciful gestalt
that melts into mediocrity,
blank-eyed as it was before
while the exudate of bad intensity
and the detritus of quiet resolve to the floor.

Alex and Tassie expel and wait
the bidding of added brush-rattle fate
patch the box, the untouched mover,
sits multiple-hued and chromed,
content as the loved lover,
resplendent as the absolute, enthroned.