Theme and Variation on a Pinball Machine in Slow Motion

Rediscovered this relic written when I was a college sophomore, when it seemed we were all writing poetry.

The crowded street
parts it way
as a young boy 
finds his way
through a dreamlike world
of games and candy

Down warped steps he goes
his god to meet
a nickel in
and then retreat
to a world of
bongs,
twangs and
rings
of misled dreams
in happy hours
of childhood

—Fall 1968