Posted in Geek Poems, tagged video games on June 17, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I should feel elated standing
here, as enthralled in cleverness
as the first bee to fit
six sides into a hollow,
compact conjecture framing
sweet economy. With the shifting
floor behind me, its resets and
drops at last evaded, I feel
only fatigued relief, like the slump
of fallen cake, a settling
furrow to be shored, filled in,
smoothed over like failure disguised.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged Minecraft, video games on June 10, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Parti-colored herd, they did not gambol,
hardly frolicked, rarely reared
until with open hand and luck
we tried ourselves at riding,
stirrupless, without hands cupped to boost
and launch us to the sway,
and that empty offering
only after clearing ground for wheat,
felling apples, scouring shores for sugar cane
in the hope of tempting, taming.
Yours a solid black, and mine is dappled gray
as we gallop for the trees,
consider the first frontier’s assault
against the underbrush,
every going slow, anchored in the want
of an easy path through.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged video games, Zelda on June 3, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Hilt of a virtual sword –
on white, one blue light
scattered by the damp
remnant of hours spent
battering against a wily parry –
surrenders on the TV tray,
its graying strap exhaling
salty proof of a too-long toil,
tarnished-penny whiff
of skyward-flung frustration.
I watch a stranger take the game,
sunken like the moment
I knew my youth was over,
lolling in the stilled swing,
my ears and gut a sea.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged Minecraft on May 27, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
In the mushroom field, bound in by ice and stream,
by the far flock of forest from behind,
there stout redcaps and lanky toadstools grew,
which I worked in with meal and shade.
Tops and stems stood tall enough to walk beneath,
to circle and pretend a life that’s fair or fey.
Speckled red and stoic cream are shot
through now with cobble, with knotted slab,
and at their feet unfold the mycelium tiers
undercut by hiss and bang, the misty blasted ground
undone by sinister green.
I know we can repair it. I know
how unadult it seems to mourn a fancy
twice removed from real, to grieve after an artifice
in a world where almost nothing’s indestructible,
where pick and time take anything apart.
I wish for the reality of gardens, for the solemn
turn at the cusp of sprig, spade
crisp through the crust, like a moon
of silver through brûlée, everything beneath it
sweet, moist like succulents and dew.
Posted in Geek Poems on May 13, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Mini penne baked in six
ramekins, smooth-ridged and crucible-white,
bought online two days ago,
cradling cheeses flown
from Switzerland and Italy,
vermouth in the sauce,
all whisked to a recipe
unearthed from NPR.com,
scrolled through on an iPad filmed
in cornstarch and Romano,
served at one of two
tables set in two states,
two screen as one view between,
stubborn like a window painted shut.
