To My Old Friends: Pauline, Michelle, and Ben
Caesar, you can keep me from the lonely:
these long nights with your Easter egg-ish quote.
I did come to steal your hearts,
as well as make the moon Swiss cheese–
not with a gun, but strategy.
Every morning–a hangover, drunk from the monitor’s glare,
you palmed more than a beating heart
pocketing my heartbeats like a Vegas scam,
they were more than I knew I had laid,
losing money’s equity whether win or loss.
Pass Left–Pass Right–Pass Across–Pass None–
Pass Left–Pass Right–Pass Across–Pass None.
Well, I just threw in my hand and my mouse, too, Julius.
Yes, et me, reseting to zero re-shuffling
my deck of Suicides and emptiness.
I now mend the name of the game.
Author Note: i wanted to pick a video game that everyone could relate to so i could tell what i think of video games and what a waste of time they are if the only goal is a higher score and a cheap thrill
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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