corner pocket

8 ball pot black decides the win or lose blue chalk the cue kiss the dusty finger tips the lips smile back at you, read, wet, glistening - ivories like dice, behind them words peppered from the tongue thrown black, blue stardust outside the straight lines for a little while, sparkling like a photograph 8 ball pot black decides the win carries 7 losers win she grins and says corner pocket; you lean in Candide Diderot. ‘24 warm sound. 0-7