When I was a child, hot afternoons oozed by
Slowly so I can part it with sticky fingers
Grasping a cool gnash of ice pop and hours
Filled themselves with blank walls and walls…
Walls of games and games of association
-ation concentration vacation…when
Was the next vacation? When baba had time
…the abundance of time. Time…time
TimeZone, that’s right we can go to the
Arcade before the movies they smell the same
Buttered popcorn hotdog water and the
Sweet dark smell of nostalgia. I love the
Overwhelming jingle of machines reaching
Out for me to feed them with a quick
Swipe of the card and rewards me with a
Dazzle of lights and sounds and the dull
Background noise of metal swish and
Tough rebound of some grown up kids
Shooting hoops breaking the high scores. This
Was our generation of overstimulation. It was
Me and my collectible Animal Kaiser cards
Cheap shiny thrills I could stare at on the ride
Home. Home, Zone, Phone, my mama’s iPhone!
I beg for it to no avail since I have
Used up all my gaming time and no tantrums
Convinced my mama to loan it to me so
Instead I try to find the angle where the rainbow
Shine of the cards catches and dream about
The eagle pet I might have if I were in the game
And think about eagles, birds, planes, sky,
Rain, and a mundane list I fill my brain
As the evening closes around me
Momentously.
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