offer me
the robe of a drunk
who hangs out on ash street
he calls himself
lucifer or christ

i hung around him
because he got me
and suicide ron
drunk
on revolvers
and cheap wine

i hate
the wine
drunk

i hate
the wine
hangover

i hate
lucifer

but i was confused
about a white candle
that leaked wax
onto my cardboard head

i am a chesshead
part horse
part bishop
part devil

i am a king
but only
in my
delusions

sometimes
someone

carries me
in a blackout

why it has
not been worse

i do
not know

but i did
catch an angel
peeing in the sea

partisans
have given me
a maiden of beauty
a long ago
eternal light

i gaze down
the clover cliffs
into the silver sunset
laying down the fire
of the iron maiden
in the shadows
the suns
daughter
reads in
a dusty
coffeehouse

Nice write.

I particularly like the last stanza.

Most excellent Jimmy

Stunning!

Awesome write. I agree, the last stanza is the best.

but i was confused
about a white candle
that leaked wax
onto my cardboard head

i am a chesshead
part horse
part bishop
part devil

i am a king
but only
in my
delusions

^these lines were as abstract in a poem as I have ever seen and yet for some strange reason they carried it beyond belief. an awesome insertion and the envy of all those who relate chess to life itself, me I'd rather be a pawn, we are the only ones that can change.....very nice