Pinball Thinking

pinball

(internet photo)

Random thoughts
roll through my brain.
A pinball pattern
navigates a maze of ideas.
Emotional bumpers
flip
free ball thinking
to light up fear or anger,
ring bells of relief or laughter.
Cognitive displays
flash and wobble
to warn of danger,
alert
what must be done next.
Points are awarded,
a second chance given
when I can rebound
not held captive to speculation
in a zone of no return.
I see a kickout hole opportunity
to adjust attitude and attention,
regain direction.
Noise buzzing around me
cue connections
to keep on going.
Tilt must be avoided
at all costs.
Loss of free will
or forfeiting self
to the judgement machine
of others opinions
is not an option.
I am a pinball wizard.

Cupid

 

cupid

Cupid treads lightly
blending in among people.

No cherub cheeks and angel wings
for this god.

His slender build and youthful swagger,
emanate confidence.

Warned by Venus not to shoot his love arrows
indiscriminately,
his pride insists on moderation.

Teens are seen holding hands,
eyeing each other.
Wrapped in flighty arms of youthful desire.

Couples rendezvous,
inflamed hearts oblivious to their surroundings.
He smiles knowingly.

He sees harried mothers toting hollering tots,
haggard fathers lugging heavy brief cases.

He scans politicians, preachers,
homeless, and actors.

Cupid continues his search.
Waiting for the perfect specimen to sting
with his magical love bite,
wanting to make
his mother proud.