Schizo Chess Master
hopscotch gray ash leper.
quicker to the tray with the
embers still burning .
he smells of malt urine and
pall mall ciggeretts.
so steady his genius through
yellow tar stained fingers.
leaping briliantly over checkered tiles
in the park.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2012
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