Selected Poems

Lightning flashes across the pale grey sky
And for an instant bathes everything
In a burst of brilliant white light.
There is silence, though,
Except for the delicate touch
Of raindrops on the window.
The beads of rain on the glass
Stream down like tears
And I think of you,
Wishing you were here next to me,
So we could spend this moment together.

A Doom player seeking a MediKit
May risk life and limb just to get a kit.
But don't curse if that slim pack
Is only a StimPack
'Cause even in Hell, there is etiquette.