bandit

dropped nickel by nickel

how long you must have sat

pulling that arm

watch the spin stop

in hopes of what?

another jackpot?

three cherries sitting in a pretty little row?

puking silver all over your pants?

it was never going to replace them

but maybe you knew that

that there was no replacement

and so none of the silver

none of the green God mattered

but still after your pile drained

you scrounged for more

the honest man

turned in temptation

spun in circles and spit out

editing your vanilla

with any new flavor

into your fold

to get back to that bandit

leaving a melted mess on the floor

for me to mop and sponge

squeezing what’s left in the bucket

to whip back together

until you were so diluted

I didn’t even recognize your aroma

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