Blue Bishop

1.3.12


Blue Bishop


In nights of chance I do the dance
and hook with rooks as I quest for queens
To think, then drink, to blurry trance
and then perchance to dream of things


Mistook by less than fans
I follow stars for hope romance
but damn
I can't


Solid stance to solid state
I belch up stress back on my plate
and pick through parts that don't relate
Too late to move from check to mate


I reach for queens when questing creeds
and crest for falcons as flying steeds
But - I seem to have no need for these


I slept with stress as cardinals bless
And took for granted the hook and bandage

I look for damage from pretty bandits
playing pied as pipers to my advantage
Don't worry, miss peters - I can manage
Pulling her inside my sam'ich, dammit


Mmnnn - the temptation
Dustin Hoff - the Graduate-shuns

Winsome thoughts of tender soft
tickles mentals, the fear of scoff

But...
Get off

I want to get off

I want to get off this ride

I want
to get her off
this

....Ride


Ride, my dear, the royal massive
The lion, the ram, the bulldog mastif
Pawing pawns, my eyes are drawn
The grapple of such assets active

And pulling at pink panties passive
Push into places that don't belong
Insistence - strong; I have to have it
Ring bells for gong, before songs


No - don't hide
....Ride

Run
When I rise to occasion
Hide
While I wrangle you, unfaz-ed
Ride
Or edify my impatience
Come
By the tongue on your shav-ed

One


One knight
To a queen
And a king

Hung - by a bishop, that swings

Run, hide, ride, come, one

Done