Industrial Bowl Alley

He throws his ball like the Flinstones
then runs away awkwardly.
His brother hums along with
songs I'm surprised he even knows.
The grandparents sit, eyeing their grandchildren, wandering
what went wrong.

My game didn't get better
even though I played again.
"Practice makes perfect"
is a downright myth.

Driving under the bridge
with its "pillars" by my side--
it's somewhat scary here--this Industrial Alley.

I read the Cow's menu
and wondered what to get.
It's sweets for me.

In the Industrial Bowl Alley
I lose a game or two.
In the Industrial Bowl Alley,
You are right on cue.
In the Indutrial Bowl Alley,
You read poems about this and that.
In the Industrial Bowl Alley,
I am cold and want to submerse in a hot water vat.

I enjoy my time in the
Industrial Bowl Alley,
although sometimes it's
not nice to me.

The time was too short
for you and me to be

Together, that is.