Video Wreck
His beat rages for hours
darting to the computer table
without time to greet Mom or Dad
as the light pops every minute; wired in
space, lost in blank words when he speaks,
enthralled to level up and gain power points
because he cares more for video than human talk.
The light on the screen aims at Tekken and aliens
raging a war against supremacy, somewhere
outside the real world he can’t deal with, now.
And he puts the light on, enticing him to dim
a special nook in a lit, closed room. Kiddie
books unread for weeks; a migraine
splits past 12 am for a kid of
nine years unable to
control an impulse.
He eats, plays
and deals with
his robot pals..
. . . . .
. . . . .
other boys take
their bikes out,
buts he pushes
another button
controlled by his
mechanical allies
with guns ,roars.
. . . . .
Video wreck,
Game!
Danger: I'm Creative Update
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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