Ode to Halo 3: HD Dreams

Hey all, this is a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class.  Someone had the nerve to tell me I had started a new genre of "geek" poetry.  Not geek... gamer!!!!

HD Dreams

Take a step past that glowing Halo,

And enter the lobby, which is also the home

To the owned, the pwned and the stoned

Sometimes even the renowned

If only for one game and the next

Is up to you and you gotta be too legit to quit

Until you’ve interjected your own acerbic wit

To call that other guy a fag,

Insult his mother,

And call out

HEADSHOT!

And Deadshots, hotshots, and cheapshots

And any other kind of shot,

Like shotty-snipes on your favorite map

But everyone gripes cause they hate that type

And you got them all dead to rights

Locked into your sights

Except he ducks into that room and you die

And for sure he’s a leet hacker

(or slacker)

 

But hippieslayer won’t stop singing Journey

Chorus punctuated by explosive percussion

Or is it percussive explosions going a rat-a-tat-tat,

Harsh virtual metal pinging and scraping and penetrating

But not the good kind cause that would require a

Partner in person

And you see the dead come back to life to die again

Creeping and sneaking in a perfect posed

Crouch so different from the slouch on the couch

Who doesn’t feel the pain he inflicts on his pixilated pawn,

But instead yells inane, profane, and insane curses

At his monitor and at the assholes he sometimes calls friends

Remembered fondly in a tidy list on a glowing and slightly menacing menu

Dead Federalist

Itchnut

Ovvnage44

The Littlest Donkey

And they follow me into dreams

Spinning and pirouetting,

Lazily lingering in the air

Between streaks of vibrant viciousness

As orbs of potential pyrotechnics

And leashed luminescence

Burst like stormclouds in vivid Technicolor

 

(my dreams are not yet in HD)