A Day at a Car Dealership seen through a Vending Machine

I wake up every morning

at five fourty five to the smell

of a glass cleaner being sprayed

on my face. The Mexican is playing

mariachi or something like that

on the radio and I can feel the sounds

viberate on my transparent face.

Today is differt becuase

at seven fourty five the man who

stacks food in me is here because

I'm out of A7, B3, C9, D1 and D3.

He takes away the money from me

and he slips himself a few singles.

At eight o'clock, we've opened

and a very people wander in.

At ten thirty, Frank walks past me

and into the bathroom. Times are bad and 

He wants to kill himself.

At ten thirty two, a large man

stuffs a dollar into my mouth

and buys some chips that he doesn't

really want.

At three past eleven, a kid

presses my buttons and I tell him

that he needs money for his selections

in two languages.

He's there until his mom calles him

away to wait with her and he smears

up the windows of a car.

At twelve nineteen, the lunch rush

begins. Eddie buys skittles and

beef jurky and he devours them quicky.

He is having an affair and his wife

is going to find out about it soon.

The people quickly buy more from me.

Afterwards, at three fifty six,

a car alarm goes off and at 

three fifty eight, it is shut off.

At eight past four, a woman complains

about the popcorn being stale

and throws it away after one handfull.

Time goes by slowly.

The people meander in and out of the 

dealership until closing

which is now at eight.

Everyone has gone

and it's just me with my

green words that

only want someone to

buy a snack.