Pool

[kellychaos]

POOL

Sight low, left, CRACK!, puff
player as good as his instrument
Sight low, step left, squint, take puff
of his cigarette

Long pull of beer
aloofness an asset
bar cues an odd arrogance
Let the cue-toters earn their pennance
in a couple more quarters
and a quizzical countenance
as they lose ... again

He should have asked around a bit
before being a shit
and the tequila hit.

The music morphs from brigh beacons
of pastel
To a lurching, dark blue
Almost tactile in his fingertips
Slowing, slowing, slowing
His feel and grip
and leaving a bad taste in his mouth
Shades of bile
tone of sleepiness ... good idea

Crack of the black
Blue is awakened ... taken ... aback
House cue in the rack
"Dude, you don't look so good.
Call you a cab?
Save your money next week ...
and don't come back ...
don't forget your stick."
Smirk