When first impelled into affray
Towards chaotic sounds at depth
Hurtling down that tunnel, dark
The thruster leaves me void of breath
And as I burst into the light
Where buzzers loud, compete with bells
Electric charges taunt and call and
Snidely snatch in spates and spells
Whilst bright lights dazzle, daze and daunt
I ‘m flung from pounding pin to post
And just when breath seems imminent
I’m thrown again in smart repost
‘Til finally a path is sought
Between demanding deathly snares
I aim towards that sanctuary
Beyond chaotic crazed affairs
And there within my straining grasp
A void of calm invites me in
I reach that foyer’s open arms
And …………….suddenly I’m flipped again
Back up into that wild affray
To madness, mayhem, manic train
No time to grasp a fleeting thought
Before I’m carouselled again
Betwixt the pulsing gears and wheels
Whilst lightning charges singe and burn
Confusion sparks and bursts aflame
And spins my head in deadly spurn
Exhausted …but there’s no respite
Eternal seems to be my fate
Inside this hell’s electric mire
All reason fades to blackened state
Then finally I fall to rest
When all around has dulled and died
The foyers arms both cold and dead
Awareness gone, my senses fried.
i read your poem and i own a pinball machine i purchased 40+ years ago. i have not played for a while and have it "up for sale"; however, i just played a game in ur honor. i was gentle with the flippers!
i will never see that machine the same way again ... omg, my friend is somewhere in there!
Love ya!
Jane
Bravo for your insight into the human need for chaos, turmoil and pain.
Ron