Dream Vending Machine
As eyelids grow heavy
So does the quarter
Tucked in my brain
Just behind my ear
Waiting for its turn
Darkness prevails
And the quarter rolls
Pushing its way
Into the slot
Excited for what comes next
The machine dial turns
As filled balls
Tumble about
Until one falls
Out of the opening
My brain eagerly
Breaks open the ball
To discover what sort
Of bliss or horror or oddity
Appears tonight
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Solid metaphor, and the pacing feels just right.
Love: “…the quarter/Tucked in my brain/Just behind my ear/Waiting for its turn