Chessman & Home Computer
By Dan Eggs

We’re chessmen – sitting in the study –
on the table – close to the window –
the humans move us around after dinner.
(Y’know) as yet we don’t know anybody.

This room. Books, curtains, computer,
keyboard, printer – trays full of papers
the letter box sent her. Why she’s called
“Baby Blue” we cant be certain . . .

The place is so quiet –
they’ve gone to bed.

Clock chimes
tick, tock, tick . . .

midnight . . .
she clears her head . . .

darkness . . .
keyboard, mouse, click . . .

Baby blues electric
her screen glistens
we are chessmen
we are wood
we listen.

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