Your name is forever changing,
Listed, Split and slotted
Into my lotto machine mind,
You spin the handle to show me
A kaleidoscope of
Glass-bottle greens,
Sharp, shattered and recycled
Into bricks to pave my way,
As I window-shop
Other people’s lives,
Wishing I had the cash,
To buy their
Meals-at-the-dinner-table family.