the ethics of video games (20170312)

i don’t care for squirrels
–i know this about myself–
and i know i should probably
feel bad every time
a coyote or a yellow-eyed hawk
gets one for dinner
but that’s nature
one less squirrel
means one less marauder
of my peaches

–i do feel bad for the little
bastards when they get hit
by cars
(but i hate people
(especially drivers
(especially any driver
in front of me)))–

and i can’t explain why
even in a game
i feel guilty about
hunting a fox
because i would never do that
in my real life
and i know it’s not even real
but i hear the barks
and i think

–that’s a sin–

Poem 20150503

there is something inside me that wants to play
i won’t refuse its voice or lower its height
break the chains of doubt and save the day

when i see you in the morning at the start of my day
and you flash a smile that shines so bright
there is something inside me that wants to play

when i’ve run out of words or have nothing to say
your heart sings to mine and they take flight
break the chains of doubt and save the day

when your clothes and hair are in disarray
even when you’re spoiling for a fight
there is something inside me that wants to play

when the color from the world has all run away
the color in your eyes give me new sight
break the chains of doubt and save the day

if this life is a game, then i must say
your heart is the prize; i won’t say good night
there is something inside me that wants to play
break the chains of doubt and save the day

—–
Huh. Not too bad. I guess I could try to work on the meter.

O fixed-form poetry
You vex me
You vex me