Kevin (erf_) wrote,
Kevin
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(Written on the way home from Comic-Con 2011)

Someday, if I sell enough
video games, I'll be rich enough
to afford one
Someday I'll have my own office
at a game company someone's heard of
in a room that doesn't always smell like cat shit
in a building that doesn't always smell like cat shit
and I'll line a bookshelf with souvenirs
from half my life--an old
microchip, a wooden ghost, a handmade owl,
a Sherman tank in the shape of an anime girl--
tastefully arrayed above
the desk where I make
the other half--
instead of taping them shut
in a cardboard box
Someday I'll live in a room bigger than a closet
(no, that's not hyperbole)
and watch enough movies to follow conversations
without consulting Wikipedia
Someday I'll measure the price of a comic book
in something other than days of rent

Someday I'll have a DVD collection
Someday I'll have a bunch of friends I can just call some weekend
and ask if they want to hang out
or talk about William Shatner
or watch Community
or argue about McLuhan or McCain or McGonigal
or play that new video game I bought
while we complain about how our lives are going
Someday I will stop using my chessboard as a coffee table
and my copy of Apples to Apples as a paperweight
Someday I won't be ashamed
of liking My Little Pony

Someday I'll stop obsessing over Charles Schulz's little redhead,
the fujoshi playwrit
the Star Wars animatrix
the steampunk librarienne
the superheroine seamstress
the not your average girl reporters--
the Felicia Days, the Lauren Fausts,
who won't take shit for an answer
and aren't full of no
Someday I'll quote Pride and Prejudice
in my bedroom voice
to a woman who quotes Princess Bride
in her bedroom voice

Someday I'll learn to play "Knockin' on Heaven's Door"
both the Bob Dylan version and the Guns 'n' Roses version
Someday I'll go to a con dressed up like Terry Bogard
and you'll go dressed up as Aradia Megido
and in a roped-off nook of the convention center we'll have
the most flagrantly non-canon makeout
in the history of chainsaws
Someday I'll hum the Chrono Trigger ending song
as you're drifting off to sleep, and you'll hear it in my chest
and surprise me with the OCRemix vocals,
the pixietricks to my zircon
Someday I'll bore you with the parable of
the Atari ST and the cathode ray tube,
how a lifetime has to happen in the instant
between the first scanline and the last
and you'll just laugh
and call me a dork

Someday I'll go dancing and not come back alone
Someday I won't lie in the grass late at night and fall asleep in the quiet
Someday I'll make love in a mosh pit

Someday I'll take for granted
the opinion of an average
woman on the shape of a
bagel relative to the starch
content of the dough as just
another idle observation
and not
the most beautiful thing I've ever heard

Some days I'll shut my laptop
stare into the afterimage it
smolders into the dark
reach out to the
blistering antiviolet and
feel myself
running out
of someday


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