in front of the machine
he stares intently at the screen
pushing buttons he can reach with ferocious little hands
as if he understands.
of course he cannot win
because he put no tokens in
but he also cannot lose nor ever take the blame:
he was never in the game.
he tires of the game he played
it doesn't change and he's annoyed.
today my world is that arcade
and I am that little boy.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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