The Hitting Game

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On the island’s south side

a solitary town fizzes

like overloaded circuitry

on dark, motherboard hills.


Across a sticky, smooth-tiled walkway

an amusement arcade spills

a test of sexiness based on how clammy your palm is

and the hitting game.


You spin in coins so they register

on sensors worn numb. 

A padded stump protuberates.

The screen says HIT IT! A bell rings

but everyone's watching

and your hasty jab glances off

plastic quilting compacted as B & B pillows.

Missing makes you totter. It's your second go,


the bell rings and the screen says HIT IT!

A slurp of adrenalin clenches your heart

halts paella digestion, and this time,

when your half-arsed haymaker connects,

an industrial spring kicks back, jolts up your arm:

its like touching an electric fence.

Sweat prickles through burnt skin


it's your third and last chance

to prove yourself

and the screen says HIT IT! so you hiss

come on you fucking fucker, fuck you.

The bell rings, you duck down half an inch

to push against the planet, bite the air

even if you're the type to stick to the shade,

even if you've learnt to not want

and know when to stop,

even if you've never, ever, your whole life,

intentionally hurt anyone

but yourself.


◄ On the dispersal of water

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<Deleted User> (6315)

Wed 1st Aug 2012 15:47

Super, super many great lines..and a killer of an ending..great!! :D

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