Benny Eliram

The cigarette on my lips,
a coffee smokes others trips
when the mirror keeps
the memory of a darker ink.
I've, on the table of think,
sixty-eight ways for a link
between tower and bishop.
Another killing lollipop
and I find the red stop.
Chess and mat, the sorrow
of the king in the hollow.
Chess and mat, an arrow
in the heart of the queen.
Chess and mat, I win
a black and white sin.