| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| ADDICTED TO LOVE Look, when you left, I didn't know what to do, so I did what any red-blooded american male does when facing heartbreak of hitherto unknown proportion: I got addicted to Tetris. Now, you may laugh, but you're a girl; you can't possibly understand what that game means to us broad-shouldered, he-men who can never let our guard down. Day after day of yearning, struggling to be potent and virile, can be quite a strain, see? Those little figures, floating on down, they can be a salve like you wouldn't believe. No longer do I have to be Macho Jon, the Hairy Guy. With Tetris, I can be free of society's constraints, a man with excellent hand-eye coordination and a spatial sense like none other. I have scored higher than 5,000 points, and on Level 9 to boot! Sure, it's been lonely, without you around, but the evenings just fly by, between me, my computer, and the flies. We barely miss you at all. Oh! A long one! |