I am a gumball machine.
Put an emotion, any emotion, there- in the slot.
Watch as the idea drops from the bulbous head,
whirls ‘round and ‘round and ‘round…
Open your hand.
This blue one is for you.
For the sadness of seeing me when I look into you.
It’s so shiny, isn’t it?
They all come out that way:
vibrant, with that magical candy sheen,
no matter the color.
Go ahead. Bite.
Now try this one, the yellow.
For the glow of sunshine in your hair.
See? No, huh.
Try this one, red,
for when we laid in bed,
had a conversation with no words said.
Ahh, now you see.
All of the ideas that tumble from me,
blue, yellow, red,
all shiny, all sweet,
why, they all taste exactly the same.
I give you the only thing I have abundance of.
I coat it with words,
make it shine and gleam,
but it all tastes the same.
They all spit it out in the end.