Quarter

by Adam Daher

Jackpot 

Turned to gold vapor 

Volatile value 

 

A quarter spent 

A quarter gone 

 

I sped towards paradise 

Only to slam on painted brick 

 

Each of your pieces 

An artful dagger 

Into my chest 

 

Hops in the wort 

I can’t leave 

Your violet shadow 

 

I gave you my all 

What did you give me? 

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