Every time I get a Shoryuken to the face, I get back up
Me & Link & Zelda & You
(A Lana Del Rey Golden Shovel)
I never believed in Heaven
until I saw how hellish the depth of Hyrule is,
like swimming into a pool of poisonous hands. A
single touch, I could disintegrate in place.
But the worst: not knowing what time you’re on
or what dimension of Earth.
What terrors you were burdened with
or if you were eating well; you,
with the hangryness of a Bokoblin (they
always wanna boomerang me). Say,
let’s dance with a touch of fire in our hair; that
should scare them, or maybe humor ‘em at least? The
last or maybe first thing this world
needs is a little fear because what else was
it all for? This kingdom built
on the tears of sages: sharks & birds & rocks for
allies and they all wanna help us two
find each other. (And
save their past, present, and future). Baby,
I’m so lost in this game, I’m confusing lives. Now,
take me forward to the beginning, where you
opened your eyes and saw the sun. Do
you remember? The stairs we took— this
Nightmare is my fault, is
my duty to bring peace, but what about mine? My
stomach, empty; arms tired. Do they have any idea
what is it to be a hero? Of
chattering bones and burning flesh? Fun
is riding Goldie in the pasture, playin’
tunes when I make a nutritious & delicious meal. (Video
me so I can look back and smile. So I can remember these games.)
