I want a great love affair
I want a love stolen off pages of romance books full of passion
And heat and delicious taboo
I want a love affair to shake me
To pang in my bones, my nerves stinging
We were playing pool
We lost the chalk and we were laughing
You were drunk and all loosened up
And I was licking my words as I spoke them
You watch me from the corner of your eye, cheeky smile, you lean forward
Just slightly, but you lean forward
We stand there mere inches from each other, absorbing each other’s heat
You were drunk
In my head I rewind and replay
Every time you looked at me on a loop
Clinging to the memory of praise
Leading your gaze towards me
Letting my body stretch
Become one with the pool cue
And I could fail a hundred times
Let the clicking get louder and louder
With pain shooting up my right shoulder
I keep lining the cue up
Just to hear you say that, this time, I was good
We were playing pool
My eyes are sutured
can feel the threads,
I stitched them together
stoned out of my head,
Seemed like a good idea,
or so my friends said,
Glue would have been better,
now I can only see red.
My jaws where broken,
teeth wired together,
High on drugs again,
under more peer pressure,
They dared me to down
extra large measures,
Got a pool cue across my face,
carried out on a stretcher.
Yeah I’ve done mad stuff,
and bear the scars,
Causing trouble, acting tough
in trashy cheap bars,
Drank melted shoe polish,
washed down with bubble bath,
Following day I paid for it,
you do the math,
So next time on a binge,
know your own limits,
The whole future can change
in a few short minutes,
Spend life behind bars,
just for being complicit,
Lose count of the shots,
its Perspex visits.
By
David Kavanagh
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When I walk into a barroom and every one looks up
I get the weirdest feeling I’m not there
When I walk into a barroom and they all look away
I feel I’ve never been in their affair
Now reading a barroom aint like reading in a book
There’s a lot of things that need a second look
There’re some I never stayed in
An some I wished I left
And that fella with the pool cue’s
Way too tall
Now I can run a table
Sometimes even four
But here I think I’ll settle for the door
Easy money needs an open floor
An that shark has lost a bite to me before
Just thoughts of times spent waiting for the rush hour traffic to leave
And memories of losing and winning
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