Attack from Mars

It was like

you were the Arcade Mayor

& I was happy

to play your entourage

because the way

jeans slung low

your Hips grooved

against that machine

during Strobe Multiball

was enough to send me rocketing

to Mars myself

so bring on all the balls, baby

I’m prepared

for Total Annihilation--

My response to Izy's Film School Dropout prompt is poem four of thirty in April!