Big Talker Poem by Faith Addicott

Big man,
He is a joystick celebrant
Hands clutched tight and sweaty
Grasping plastic happiness

Shooting with repetitive motion
And phrasing, pressing down down the
Big red button with meaty thumb to achieve
Each pixilated success

Each new face like a screen before him
Opportunity only to play again
Say again the victory victory of
War hero imaginings

Smooth black handle, sharp
Lights and no ambiguity
He doesn’t even see us here
Not cheering him on.