Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Machine.

back glass and sweat
the chink of balls
clicking flappers and buttons
it is a religion
praying to this box of circuit boards
with handfuls of quarters
hoping for multiball
never really looking at the score
Is it a fast machine?
newly waxed
shit
I can't bump a fast save
down the middle generally gets my middle finger
Whad'ya mean TILT
and I put 2 more in
shiny 25 centers
maybe next time I will hear the POP
You know the feeling when it says MATCH
and the five dollars spent gets you a free game
I am praying
the shining alter of just one more game

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50 cents

Liquid green

guitar machine

kiss me with tasty licks

soft words

Fondle

fondle me

eyes on whiskey smile

I go TILT for a minute

thoughts of liquid in my head

I would rather TILT

the machine

than refuse to bump

even though

I may lose

my 50 cents