A Game of Darts

A Game Of Darts Cigar smoke and darts swirl in the green dim glow Red centered dot moving on the bar wall Whiskey surreal fog hovers Covers mistakes and age Curse the target board and makers! Old man curls the mustache for luck Misses the mark while polishing off a draft Gasps, head swimming, he tries again In the cruel dungeon drinking hole Saloon is guilty as usual for this misery He walks home disgruntled Kept straight by a crooked stick Guided by anger A whiskered figure grumbles; it’s only a game Another lost soul and saloon loser Five dollars is not the end of the world you know