Computer Games (Poetry)

His email to communicate
those fantasies he longed to share
grew mawkish— made him hesitate
and brood awhile with Solitaire.

Where Jack of Spades lay on the Queen
of Hearts — discovered on her own —
her King involved (and hardly seen)
a dark-gowned floozy on his throne...

Then, one by one, the black, the red —
aware they played a fruitless game —
went hopping blindly bed to bed
as suited them ’til stalemate came

or every card went tumbling down —
the grande finalé — in a blink
all swept away — the gold, the crown —
no chance to stop, or time to think...

She’d lured him on with thoughts impure —
his boss’s wife — her lips so soft...
He chose Tomb Raider for a cure
and lusted after Lara Croft.