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Arcade kid

Got a great view out dollar store glasses,

2 bottles in the jacket front pocket,

one filled with water from the creek,

the other half full of fresh saffron dandelion tea,

 

keeping the stash box neat and clean,

right under the nose

dollar bill to quarters,

feel at home with a castle and a queen

surrounded by brick hoarders,

 

made of arcade architecture

built from the outside in,

eyes of aged plexiglass,

A and B buttons

mashed and cracked

melted and molded back

to skin, around Mario’s I-beams

turned to an animated skeleton,

 

heartbeats like ‘beep beeps’,

brain like a 256 Pac-Man **** screen,

sick with the down-left-back combo spin kick,

used a neat rubber band trick,

high score, top out the leaderboard,

then dipped,

 

1up for the two dead creps,

holes through the soles

and nothing up the sleeves

but two fingers up to the fashion police,

three letters on top

followed numbers that cause shock,

 

got a great view out dollar store glasses,

and always have quarters when the arcade kid passes

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Mar 2, 2021
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