Feelings from a vending machine

 

In the back alley of a downtown bar,

Obscure, dark and bizarre,

I walked towards a faint beeping glow,

where stood a jilted little gizmo.

 

My eyes widened with surprise,

At this archaic, flashing, metal device.

A vending machine, quite unseen.

 

With a quick little ding, as my coins tumbled in,

I noticed what the items on sale had been.

Odd, I thought.

Because behind the glass, lay what I sought.

 

Emotions arranged in columns and rows,

Guarded by its spirals and pretty bows.

Such stood the enchanted little chamber,

With an endless labyrinth to discover.

        

A quick dose of synthetic hope,

An emotional kaleidoscope.

A jolt of affection for pocket change. 

 

An array of emotions, for all to enjoy,

Sweet little nothings, a bundle of sorrow and joy,

A cascade of laughter or a warm Cinnabon embrace,

A heartbreakingly sombre letter or a happy sunflower vase.

 

It's absurd and whatnot,

To think that I bought,

Feelings from a vending machine.