New Slang

I opened a drawer

Forgotten, yes, but there

Awaiting perhaps socks or boxers


Blooming instead wasn’t you

But a chesspiece, a knight

Funny how it moves

Reminds one of, say, a moth

In the day, most certainly not at night

Randomly even, while observing the fleeting light

Careful to avoid the flames

Into which she will later assuredly sputter.

Yet then I came upon you,

And so much of my life

Was irreverently devoured by fire.

~ by Benji on March 10, 2014.

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