A Message to an Older Brother
by Jordan789
Posted: Saturday, September 8, 2007 Word Count: 161 |
Message to an Older Brother -
Do you remember the time when we sat up and played in the dark,
With the TV glowing off our faces, leaning forward on our knees on that pink rug turned brown rug from
Shoes and dog feet and hair, and when those windows broke, and the dogs,
The zombie Dobermans chased us from one end of the hall down through and past
The sea foam green wallpaper, until we escaped through the door, the door,
And our hearts beat and we looked at each other, eyes wide, both saying the same
Thing and thinking the same thing, this is the coolest video game we’d ever
Played, and it was. With zombies and shotguns and conspiracies
And puzzles involving giant chess pieces and even larger serpents.
I hope that sometimes you look around and someone
Is with you to share in a moment as exciting as being chased down a corridor
by zombie Doberman pinschers.
Do you remember the time when we sat up and played in the dark,
With the TV glowing off our faces, leaning forward on our knees on that pink rug turned brown rug from
Shoes and dog feet and hair, and when those windows broke, and the dogs,
The zombie Dobermans chased us from one end of the hall down through and past
The sea foam green wallpaper, until we escaped through the door, the door,
And our hearts beat and we looked at each other, eyes wide, both saying the same
Thing and thinking the same thing, this is the coolest video game we’d ever
Played, and it was. With zombies and shotguns and conspiracies
And puzzles involving giant chess pieces and even larger serpents.
I hope that sometimes you look around and someone
Is with you to share in a moment as exciting as being chased down a corridor
by zombie Doberman pinschers.