poolhall (Mark William Jackson remix)

racked balls break over
blue felt
(a snap of reality)
_______fingertips
feel the felt for sympathy


behind the table a mirror
shows an older self

shows remnants of youth

______in sallow eyes



obama on the live cross
declares, “at stake now is not
just our ability to solve this
problem but our ability
to solve any problem”,
though the tv is mute

to ears that cannot hear

_______________the
balls lay scattered

as a past


________the 8 is

infinite

_______sideways

___________the
juke injects
extended adbreaks

of manufactured angst
looping insatiably

______________while

infusions of urinal cakes

prompt the next move



“every hour is…
amateur hour”


_________i’m left
drunk on words
(voiceover fades)

A remix of poolhall by Mark William Jackson. Cheers Mark!