A quick cut to the prints of your cortex
Under the guise of a time waster under the pines
Half synced as you request a history lesson
Eyes on me, mind elsewhere, as you recall the rules
But your first move, betrays your aloof persona
As the pawns moves aside, to give his holiness access
As I prepare the peons to form a impenetrable wall
There are two ways in which you wouldn’t accept that
“Why take up the mantle of an educator
You; who has all the markings of a creator?”
As you prep your knight in a beacons rate
That’s two ways the walls come crumbling down
5 pawns, a knight and a bishop make up my casualties
We don’t break eye contact for the entire match
As you ring your finger around the rim of my Corona
That’s two ways you firmly plant yourself in my territory
As your priest breaks the perimeter
That grin never leaves your face all the while
You always wanted to be an actress
Ever since your first pantomime as a nipper
Your iris widened and your belly started to growl
Life’s to be chewed up and spat out in your image
Pawn takes bishop, king and rook castle
You ain’t gonna rest till your name’s covering that venue
You know your being drip fed
Knight takes pawn, queen takes pawn
The legions in full force, nary a document leaks
Like on the board; I defend until I’m dragged out
Bishop takes queen, you take what you get
Cos scraps you got warm your heart
You like the unfolding puzzle type
It suits your playstyle; aggressive, get ‘em where you want
Nothing makes me more at ease
Then regaining consciousness, tucked in your bed
Rook takes bishop, check
Now you got me, I don’t wanna break free
Rook takes knight, the final blow’s in sight
Until my comrade surrounds and halts the fight
We’ll never know who would’ve taken the game
But I know you got a mind of steel
With a third eye that sees 5 moves ahead
You had me right where you wanted me: In sight
But you’d hear no objections from me receiving the sweep
I’m your prisoner of war, you play me how you like
Sebastian Noël
Domestic Poetry 