twenty-four -- poetry: vending machine of dreams

Sometimes I dabble in writing. It has been a while.

 vending machine of dreams, by Nina

the $one-twenty-five scramble.

past old tissues pens a notebook

-- ch-ch-cha-ching change sinks in

rumbling, spitting out a bottle

(an unforgiving, unwanting mother)

an average break

for the average time

for an average person.

(there once was a time...)

twisting the cap open -- !

fizzing froth on fingers

spilling like the ambition of --

spilling like the dreams of --

(there once was a time.)

sticky-sweet syrup; carbonation

slides down smoothly, 

-- suddenly sickens

you throw the bottle away.