The click and flush of
The coffee machine mingles
With tepid muzak.
#589 On the Sauronic Glare
Sentinel of fire
Upon its shadowless throne:
Angry eye, glowering.
#588 On This Vicious Parade
With daggered eyes we
Scowl at the Other; age-old,
This vicious parade.
#587 On Being Stuck in a Traffic Jam in Serdang
In metal coffins
We marched grimly as the sun
Baked us to a crisp.
#581 On The Game That Was Lost
What was the meaning
Of all that strife? We were bound
To lose from the start.
#580 On This Land of Dearth
I sink into this
House of mirth - a laughable
Parched desert of Dearth.
#579 On The Petulant Stallion that You Rode On
You rode on your horse
A rough, petulant stallion.
Now? You're on your knees.
#578 On Rule by Fist
Against tyranny,
You raised a fist in defiance.
Now, you rule by fist.
#577 On The Curse of Being Born into Luxury
It must be nice to
Be born into luxury
A sweet, lulling curse.
#575 On Rediscovering Chess
On sixty-four squares
Battles are won and lost; here,
I wage war anew.