scratchin' deep
an ash stick
a piece of chalk
the smoke bedazzled caverns
of the local pool hall
here is the true consequence
here the primal hunter
carries his simple spear
against the breathing beast
while others conjure sonnets
forage in laboratories
for elusive cures
save lost sinners
we have chosen that fearless path
harbingers of fate
centaurs of the side pocket
we confront the green felt battlefield
laugh at our gestured poses
snub the fine residue of dust and determination
but while you waddle in corporate desperation
we have found the cue ball
and sink it on our first break
