Not a pool tablein 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.
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Not a pool tablein 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.