sometimes they spark
if you hit them just right,
let them bump and grind,
find their way along felt.

we talk and chalk
a few things up
to strong drinks
and weakness,

the way the tables
have turned, the way
we’ve learned each other’s
English, angles, calls.

i tuck the one
ball in to a pocket,
a flash of color
in all this dark.

the black one’s got
an infinity sign side
-ways, and a way of
rolling on ’til the end,

……and you, my friend
……………are the shark.


Prompted by Poetic Asides

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2 Responses to cues

  1. Shawna says:

    We finally made it to Mom’s safely, and this is a joy to read right before bed. I love to play pool, and am TERRIBLE at it, which makes it all the more hilarious to play with me. 🙂

    “i tuck the one
    ball in to a pocket”

    Don’t even get me started on where I went with this, but you can probably guess, knowing my mind as you do. 😛

  2. qbit says:

    OK, that’s terrific. The eight ball with the infinity sign is brilliant the way you play it out.

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