From blunt corner
to corners torn off.
There’s a route
through the treeless
wood.
Invisible in an irregular grid
Pac Man begins
another day.
 
A Ping pong ball
between bats
the force is economic
Pac Man wonders willfully
Anticipating his next move.
 
Skillfully
avoiding monsters
and big dogs heads
the soundtrack snaps
Pac Man gets scared
Frantic and instinctive.
 
Round here
Babes are wise
old people lethal
pack heated looks.
 
Mums drag woes to the post office
and men pack the bookies
Pac Man waits
to take his turn.
 
The smell from the butchers
Irritates the parrot next door
Out there on main street.
Nearly there
Pac Man runs
for a power pill.
 
From here to there
and twirling around
and back again.
To God knows where,
with a score like that
can Pac Man ever win.