Pool halls are fascinating places...
Windowless wax works wane
and clack white red white black
round a sturdy bench of doubles and jaws
to tip a chalk scale backwards and
sketch poetics in green over fainting baize.
Lined up like planets they fall away
into netted black holes notched on a
tree trunk bed post or other
and it’s possible to pull a muscle in a
tustle over rules and regulations or a fucking good
As each fawn over the table
and mount another pocket
rockets couldn’t break my focus
as he wills it t’wards its target
swerving rolling crossing fingers