Showing posts with label pool hall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pool hall. Show all posts

25 June 2013

we just call ’im dovie ’cause he bristles at lovie

entranced with enough
english
dovie’s cue ball’ll walk

duly to the new
striking
place and the waiting

cue: already scuffed
and chaulked
and armed with powder

blue kisses