You are the answer

to all of my inquiries

You are the face

on the screen

You are the doorman

to egoless ecstasy

Ode to a vending machine

Pharaoh messiah

my mouth turns to meet you

Miracle of the morning

Yawning and stirring

the thought comes to bait you 

Fruit of my yearning

Dawn as wet as an orange

I declamber

Pinching my folded bills

Tooth pain is nothing

for mind-states meander

and hunger is emotional

I wait on the sound of

fulfilling my fantasy

It lays shallow in your chest

I spring forth a hand

to retrieve my destiny

Plucked like a marionette

Black giant boxes

that eat jobs, replace work

Concentrate power and wealth

Feed on our weaknesses,

Raise up electric bills

Claw tools, dupes of health 

You are the answer

to all of my inquiries

You are the face

on the screen

You are the doorman

to egoless ecstasy

Ode to a vending machine