Atomic Pinball No Free Game

~ qbit
Left FlipperRight Flipper
Let’s start with facts: you love it
when I say aubergine
Aubergine
The flavors of sky melting
when I speak in tongues
Tandoori dawn, borscht dusk,
light so finger-licking good
But today, clouds above the river
sag with rain
Old jockey shorts, sad and grey,
their elastic shot
You were still asleep when I bumped
a jar off the counter
Meteors, bright starfish, streak
above the ocean of your dreams
So sorry
That’s how the celestial cookie
crumbles
I yell glue
will not fix the jar
Or God’s cookie,
so tasty
You bat an eyelash
Left, right, tilt
Our day, like the rain,
drains
Down the center

For Shay’s Word Garden

8 thoughts on “Atomic Pinball No Free Game”

  2. I have a dear friend who I call Aubergine. She calls me Green Bean, but usually in French. I think there might be a poem there!

    I really really liked this and then you threw in the jockey shorts. I get that you’re going for things never being 100% good and fine, but that was a line I could have lived without–it broke the mood too abruptly IMO. The poem gets its footing back immediately though, and I love the rest of the poem, especially (God’s) cookie jar and the pinball metaphor. (I love pinball!)

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    1. Ah, the shorts image tilted. Too much body English against the side of the machine I guess. My favorite was always Fireball, with that wheel spinning in the middle and 4 balls winging around when everything was lit up. Glad you liked the idea, might need some more work.

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