i anxiously awaited
your next move
in that precious moment
my fingers
lifted from my piece
right then
whilst at the same time
trying so hard to not let
the heebie jeebies
make my mellow yellow
my mind
even more slippery
with its benign by design
teasing
offering nothing pleasing
but a moment of sleazy wheezing
everything is different
holding my pencil funny
i draw a blank
a blank
trying to grasp
that slippery slope
having deftly avoided
the warm gun
the hot posse
and the cold rope
trying to hold
the world
under one arm
and hold myself
under the other
trying just to be
be like any other
i was just a light weight
in a heavy weight fight
a dark horse running
in the day and the night
parts of me can move
at the speed of light
but catching up to it all is something
i haven't got quite right
in a library somewhere
some other time
some other place
the moves are my eyes now
each square becomes my face
i was just a chess piece
on a board
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Bren
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