The Arcade

Tilt the chrome bearing past the trap holes

Flick-fire the chrome shot at the fleet

Table hockey, pocket sized

Cinder track, no brakes

Twist it back to solid colour

Three drums, one nudge

Set her down gently in the crater

Hold the city against the barrage

Four flicks to the top corner

Miss the oil, catch the tow

The tile puzzle that ate 1975

Six runners, one furlong

Swim the pearl past hungry jaws

Depth charges and sonar pings

Penalty shootout nerves

Pace notes and gravel

Move the stack, never break the order

Shake, roll, chase the score

Wind the ore cart down to the seam

Biplane dogfight in your pocket

Bat, bowl, appeal

Quarter mile, perfect launch

Steer with an invisible pull

Pull the drawer, take the prize

Escape the tomb before the sand runs

Elevation is everything

Rally until your thumb aches

Weave the lanes at speed

Spin, spot, spell

Two flippers, endless nudge

Ghost the bearing to the attic

Shut down the assembly line

Arc it, swish it, repeat

Powerboat between the buoys

Crack the peg sequence

Down the pegs it goes

Beat the lava to the summit

Rock after rock after rock

Ten pins, one steel ball

Flip them all dark

Ask it anything

Low friction, high nerves

Nine holes on a hillside

Vines, pits and one idol