Pool Hall 1 and Pool Hall 11 - Straight off the cushion

Pool Hall 1

Tipped the cue, felt the weight of it,
chalked the tip good and blue, dropped
a coin into the slot, racked the triangle,
placed the white ball on the spot,
clocked the notes:
Twenty's down to see the truth -

A Hustle?

Cute!

Crack! - what a shot - Phew!
Tipped my hat to my misspent youth..."Woman??"
she says, "Where the hell on sweet planet earth
did you learn to shoot??"

Spots or Stripes?
"Stripes" - she's not my type,
fingers stroke the green.

Chin down, strike a rocket,
sink one in the top corner pocket,
chalk the cue, "Jack?"
roll the cue ball behind the black,
"Ice?" roll a smoke for later round the back.

"Good snooker...quite the knack"
chalks up, leans in, skews the white, jumps
the black, hits the Spot!
Knocks her 2 right into the sack!
"You too, not bad either. Nice pot."
Whiskey and nicotine, strike a match,
she downs the shots...like the Pool-hall-hustler
of my dreams - she's not my type,
fingers stroke the green..

Pool Hall 11 - straight off the cushion


She plays, lays the table, flushed,
way too young for me,
she's making me
much too young for me; she blushes
but far from coy,
this curvaceous,
deep-throated
tom
boy.
Chalk the cue down to experience,
"I'll break"
stroking the green
leaning in to touch my face,
stroking my hair,
taking my hand, "Sorry,
I didn't see you there..."
stroking my back,
"I like your tan a lot. Like that? "
"STRIPES?????"
The next day
kissing
with a fraction of her feisty passion
a perfectly
plausible
young
man;
"SPOTS...!"
Not her type at all -
more fun kissing the white ball.
She plays, flushed, way too young for me,
she's making me...glad
I slot one more tight tangled angled
trick shot - she plays, flushed,
she's making me...???
Mad!
Pot the lot, save the red -
straight off the cushion…
My mistake,
she's not my type -
she's making me..."Hey
you're Snookered, Babe..."
...glad...




2008
Back Pack
Tenerife