Lonely Skee-Ball Lane

Lonely Skee-Ball Lane

In an empty arcade, exists activity

None arising from life

Sounds of machines humming and beeping

Existences clear and free of strife

Bells ring to alert no one of nothing

Digital voices entice the absent to play

They can’t distract their intended targets

To attempt to chase their worries away

Oh the pop-a-shot lights

Are ever oh so bright

Offering buttons to press

Promising prizes and tickets to win

As the cabinets bathe in fluoresce

Waiting for the day’s simulations to begin

Gene G. McLaughlin 2022