Candy colored snake – nostalgia, crushing your gum drop head, warms the heel of my boot.
While red orders are executed, like all executions, quick, without thought.
My white pawns, check professional, I demand it, God damn it.
Sleepless pits of eyes, foreshadowing age, await the step of a careless foot.
And the waves blend through, one day to the next, smearing my calendar…..
The mission continues…..