POEM: The Vend is Near

The vending machine of late-stage capitalism offers few satisfying choices…

The Vend is Near

His life was saved
Like coins in
Ajar
A compounding collection
Confounding selection
Of elegiac experiences
Rarely a meal
Eternally a snack
Full
Emptied
In a cacophony of change

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