[Poem] Game of Turns
2008-10-30 @ 2:43 a.m.
there's a someday someonesomewhere
and when the grinding clockwork screeches
metallic
to a stop and the pendulum swings back again,
my turn
sweat
move the piece, white or black
slowly
to open my eyes takes
the effort of a million
bated breaths
and I see you standing there,
black or white,
and your king is right in my way
and I'm okay with that
because it's time to move on.