Thursday, January 29, 2015

6313. LAND OF MOMENTS

LAND OF MOMENTS
Let me take your hand, this once, okay,
and carry you through  -  there is another
world of magic past this illusion we pay
for. The world is lit by hope. I hope 
you can understand.
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Third Street has me sitting in a black box 
and handcuffs. It's been said I cannot move
until the new Chairman arrives  -  he's been
called for, but that was already four days ago.
There's a chess club on the far corner, and all
I can do now is watch the geeky guys come
and go. Do no women play this odd game?
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I want to be Knight, a Rook, a King, in fact.
Anything that would allow me here to change 
my shirt. I pray to any foreign God I find  -
booklets, pamphlets, parchment notes abound.
Any foreign God I find.

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