‘Main Character Disease’ and other poems
Main Character Disease
“What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets?”
— Dracula, Castlevania: Symphony of the Night
My flesh is an inorganic compound,
pixels and rearranged numbers.
An electric baptism: my hardwiring
gutted, pouring out fizzes and hisses.
Secrets champagne out of me
and into ambient binary. Rubber capillaries
spring out like frayed yarn, and, oh
God what a joy to be so exposed
and misunderstood: the tenderest
corners of my kidneys rendered
for your viewing pleasure. Another millenia
of slaying vamps and looting castles.
During pause screens, I shadowbox demons.
During off time, my pantomime murders
do not end. When I die, and I will die,
I am revived from nothing—again—
Female Character Disease
“Endure and survive.”
— Ellie, The Last of Us
A dream in which I am
a talking lamp
with breasts. Pixelated
when I hug those whom
I’m made to reward,
I leave a deep wound.
And between you and me,
nothing should be as crammable
but when asked
what I mean to you
you didn’t blink once;
your nose didn’t wrinkle.
The snow touched everything
Archetypal Villain Disease
“What is better—to be good, or to overcome your nature through great effort?”
— Paarthurnax, Skyrim
What gave me away—the overabundance
rusted shackles for teeth,
a scowl like blasting jelly?
My problem is I just think better
with a pixelated cigarette in my mouth.
Knowing you is like sipping
a high that ends like the hiccups.
So what if my spine is a big
gummy worm? The god in me knows
no winter, instead my mouth
is a shucked oyster shell in which
you supplant my tongue with a pearly
magnet, this head a cocktail of diseased
chemicals drawn into your polarizing waters.