8th January 2012
Little chips, little dips and
The sound of crunching guitars
Ease my mind from the
breaking my concentration.
Back to days of cheering,
A time long gone when maps guided the way –
Or rather, did not whenever I cared to look at a screen.
Those days, when time changed,
Those days, when gameplay
Was simpler than assassinating your dad with deadly nightshade.
I refuse to let go of the little purple guy that engulfed my childhood but
O, he was Keener than me.
When Duke swore,
didn’t seriously know;
When death was avenged I thought surely I must die,
but I couldn’t talk to this man any longer.
Oh I clicked with regret,
But I remember Murphy,
On rainy days I watched my father play and move a red ball,
Mind’s Mirage was forgotten,
The Vertigo of shakes too,
Back to a puzzle that existed beyond ’92.
Now 10 years on I follow in his footsteps.