Arcade AshesA Poem by Nobody.Arcade Ashes Pinball head
on tilt, flipper hands
lie flat and helplessly
watch as silvery
lies bounce bumper to
achy bumper; never still
long enough to ponder
or pound. My quarter-less
pockets remember high
scores long dead, and beg
for anything, but lint, to
eat. Game over. You lose. Try again?
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