Short Pool Table Poems

we all love to play
do it day by day
in this here no mouse
we do have a  pool
and love stable
a
HOUSE POOL TABLE...

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So, Jeanine stifler's mother
and bold Finchy are lovers.
Both were willing and able.
Rumbaed on the pool table. 
Guess is neither one suffered....

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in my home
when am alone
or speaking 
on the phone
i pick up the stick
and quick
i don't just toot
i shute
 cause am able
i do it
on my
POOL TABLE...

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Drunk in Barstow,
waiting for a waitress,
who gets off at 2:00 a.m.

The crap game cleaned me,
two bums on the pool table,
 snoring like a train

Drunk in Barstow,
third time this month,
I just never seem to learn

The waitress said,
“My boyfriend’s gone,
truck’s on the road to Bern”

Drunk in Barstow,
on borrowed time,
the repo man at hand

I swear tomorrow
I’ll get it right,
tonight—any way I can

(Barstow California: July, 1991)...

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benevolent truth
sat next to me 
on a couch 
spotted in red and green stars

our freinds suround us
some around the pool table

a complex muddling of voices bombards the oncoming music
as it crawls up the rigid wooden stairs
and with all intents to greet the poster above our heads
of a turtle with a banjo in its lap 
and large tie-dye letters
that spell out the name of my favorite song

the same song
being blasted by the slightly intoxicated band downstairs....

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