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 Bioshock Infinite, video games on April 22, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Nest struck through and scattered,
scaffold stems and lichen skin
collapsing and adrift – the surprised
songbird falls,
featherless flail and flounder,
shattered eye and rent wing
trailing like a ruse behind
an oily cloud, dispersing
suspense, slow settle to silt.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged Don't Starve, video games on April 15, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
All of it came
together as “not only”
with “but also”:
winter and night,
the hammer and the bees,
then an orbit by the fire,
planet’s tether tying
inferno to the void,
supplication, stings,
suspense until the dawn.
And then a snap and summons,
creeping freeze in a beeline
back to the ash and the cooling stone,
to fumble too long with the fuel.
Too late. Too late.
