Eyes slice the screen
irradiated pixels glarring
into a pupil abyss.
Numbers rising, lazer blasts
sync pulse tremor the chest
beneath a sweat soaked, LedZep t-shirt
clinging to the bones, flesh weakened by
Mt Dew yet determined to compete.
Joystick cluncks, buttons stabbed by precision click clack,
the heavy cabinet shudders w/ interaction.
Other faces appear
reflected in the murky glass
the din of amazement,
the wider-eyed communal joy of accomplishment.
The Game onward blinks
desperate to defeat its human opponent
who stands defiantly hypnotized
matching movement with mechanized mania.
And in a final furious cathode ray fire
showering delighted faces.
Palms go limp, exhausted,
wrung like a Trainer working the mount.
High Score draws across a blacken field.
Initials entered as fellow warriors
dissipate back into the comforting chaos.
At the Arcade
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