Slot Machines Poem by Moses Samandar

Slot Machines



Guitars playing.
Guarding the one you love.
Don’t give up.
Walking together as a gang.
Slot machines ring.
The icy ball is kicked.
Surface from imagination.
Wolves barking almost.
Kiss you on the forehead.
The Romeo of his generation.
The Bob Dylan of the new generation.
Speed.
Heavy metal.
Time warp of nowhere.
Kiss you again.

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