Bad Poetry For Tuesday

28 Apr

A Fond Farewell

back when i brought you home with me
there was no way to know
as i unpacked and plugged you in,
the places we would go!

you took me first to cyrodiil
where trolls and bandits wander still
and peeled out for high-speed chases
through the state of san andreas

war-torn countries and ravaged lands
from “the middle east” to stalingrad
to africa
malaria made the peaceful sunsets no less grand

the city of rapture, the labs of aperture
the bridge of the normandy,
and zombie-ridden malls
in willamette and in D.C.

but those places weren’t as real
as the time you seemed to steal
and your travel cost was steep
playing games these days ain’t cheap!

(i mean seriously – for real?
sixty bucks to just sit still?)

and so i boxed and listed you
and insisted, too
they take fifteen percent of you
when they sold you away

i put you back inside your box
(and that box in another box)
so it was a boxed-up xbox box
I mailed off that day.

i don’t think that i’ll miss your
three red lights and noisy fan
but i do predict nostalgia
for our trips to foreign lands.


This was for the best; besides, I still have my DS.


3 Responses to “Bad Poetry For Tuesday”

  1. Tiffany April 28, 2009 at 9:21 am #

    xbox xbox xbox — not nearly as cute as Box Box Box — and for good reason, one involves a cuddly cat and the other does not. ‘

    I remain very proud of you.

  2. Youkster April 28, 2009 at 5:01 pm #

    Awe. bad box! bad! xbox!

    • Kirk April 28, 2009 at 9:27 pm #

      Awww… I dunno, it was a pretty good box, at least, when it wasn’t broken. It was just time.

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