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    "Losing At Pool"  Parental Advisorygenre: Poetry
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    Improvised piano along with spoken word poetry from "A Cacophony of Near-Fatal Mistakes." A shooter's worst nightmare come true; lose the girl because the girl is there.
    CD: A Cacophony of Near-Fatal Mistakes   Label: TWHI
    Credits: Words and Music by Seth Flynn Barkan

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    LOSING AT POOL:

    Drunk, I shout
    “I only excel at failure!”
    Black cue goes down against
    Hard, green covered slate
    With a crack, putting a bullwhip
    Into the chorus of East Saint Louis Toodle Loo
    Playing on the juke box.

    I am beguiled.
    My opponent is a living dream
    A distraction, constant,
    Like a kid tugging at your shirt cuff
    While you try to line up
    An impossible kiss combo

    Everything is falling apart.

    Her hair done up,
    With huge glasses, stylish,
    Pierced eyebrows, chatty laugh,
    And body built for burlesque,
    I know there is no way I can win.
    Except for my coat of grime and the light whiff of booze
    Its like I’m not even there.
    The ducks don’t drop, just go quack.
    The cuts and combos, the banks and spot shots
    All go bad, every click of the cue yields a scratch.

    Soon, I am howling
    And all is lost.
    She coos to comfort me, out of polite interest
    I, baleful, bashful, utterly broken;
    Sip my drink, stew and stare, impossible odds,
    Lost in darkness, furious fuck up
    Fail to hear. Nothing registers.
    I find a friend passing by and ask, like
    A moron, if I know anything about pool;
    Yeah, he says.
    See! I shout, not even exultant.

    Unable to summon anything else
    Not enough pride left to fill a shot glass,
    I make a hasty run for the door
    Cue in case, mark of shame,
    Already waiting to dream about the blonde
    In the big glasses next to the green felt.



    copyright 2002 by Seth Barkan

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