Monday, June 15, 2015

Chess me

From dawn to dusk
you lust your fate
as the wind gusts dust
you cross the gate

Even though time will bust
you keep your make
you do things you must
to meet your date

As you check
As you mate

You balance your plate
to equalize to be just
you jump, you jack
the queen, the template

Your darts are clay
your solids gray
Round, around on the ground: earthquake

You oblate
you encrust
diamonds on rust
anti-shining state

On and on you shake
sweat, laugh, hate,
To be or to fake?
Foundation of granulate

King of heist
This is your check