The Old Bean and I played chess when the
Berlin Wall fell down.
I won that day - he was not thinking-
as the unexpected celebrations reigned
the piece in his hand hovering
as the TV took his attention away.
I took his Queen! And he unexpectedly resigned.
The pictures reflected in his glasses, so absorbed as if he
has suddenly found the hope he lacked.
I skinned up for him and smoked it all myself then
went out and looted a tin of Whiskas
before my afternoon nap that happy day when
the Berlin Wall crumpled.
I played Pink Floyd,
resigned knowing our petty wars
remained'
I went to play another game the day I beat The Old Bean at chess.
Tuesday 9 August 2016
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