The Pool Goddess must be mad me….a poem.

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Poetry, ProseTags:, , , , , , , ,

Not a pool table
in sight.

All of them are covered,
pool cues put away
in dusty racks.

No beer or rum flows,
all are bottled
unused,
Because the bars closed.

The people are in the streets,
awaiting brutality.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.

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