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Geek Orthodoxy by Shaun Jex



 

 

Geek Orthodoxy

 

Saturday night

We gather 'round the black coffee table–

The clickety-clack of polyhedral dice

Is punctuated by sudden imprecations 

And innovations of profanity 

Uttered in the common tongue

 

A half-eaten box of cheese pizza

Sits beside a two-liter of Mountain Dew

Each surrounded by a cadre of miniatures

Meticulously positioned to appear 

As though they are about to feast 

On the left-overs

 

These are our rites and sacraments

The unholy communion of grease and sugar

Taken in remembrance of His Holiness Leroy Jenkins–

Patron Saint and Guardian of the Murder Hobo

May he guide our mighty blades

Onward to victory

 

 

 

Shaun Jex lives in Dallas, Texas with his wife, two children, and a small menagerie of animals. His work has appeared in publications like Light Poetry Magazine, Cowboy Jamboree, The Quarantine Review, Dirigible Balloon, Celebrations Magazine, Old School Gamer Magazine, and others. His assorted non-sequiturs and meandering thoughts can be followed on Twitter at @followthatgoose

 


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