Rook takes the queen

The shrill whore

at the back of my throat

knows

why the world’s switched off

locked its gate and

left for a holiday

while I down whiskys at

an old lover’s wedding.

I look for another gambit

where rook takes the queen

and the castles burn

the kings burn

and the world burns

but none of it

means anything.

I still have work in the morning.

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