There Is a Forward Motion in Old Video Games
P. Scott Cunningham
The surface is a knot
That tightens on one end while it loosens
On the other. The sky is full of ether.
Tubes lead nowhere. The wall persists.
The surface is a knot
That tightens on one end while it loosens
On the other. The sky is full of ether.
Tubes lead nowhere. The wall persists.
I don’t care for the end
of this game. Every struggle is the struggle
for the maintenance of heterosexuality.
I borrow my womb from
myself to be a nest for your thoughts. I want to exist as someone’s
metaphor.
Remember to feed it pills daily,
star any chart on an app. Pee on sticks
first thing each day. Aim carefully.
Wait a fixed amount of time.
I have never heard of the Commander
before his repeated threats of violence against me.
“I am ParkourDude91.”
“If you think I’m the type of person to let anything go, you don’t know me.”
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