Poems from The Chessplayer
I must be odd, for I have died in dreams
When others say it only makes them wake
And I can't find a cause for heaven's sake
So I endure it...
April showers
Ain't they fun?
Thirty damn days since I seen the sun
Today I saw
The boss's cat
Asleep
On the worktable beside me
And for a
Moment I became
Jealous
That I was not he
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I find solace in the lie
Were our history book not treasured for its own sake,
It would be the worst-selling book in history.