BS

There are people who see

Between lines and through 

Cloudy ambiguity.

Then there are those who can't 

See shit if it hit them

In the face.  

It's raining shit.

You can smell it

Everywhere.  The

World is full of it.

The Pool Hall

Escape,

From a day of work,

A beer in one hand,

And a cue in another.

I stand not contemplating

Life's most important

Questions. That is for

Another time, another day.

I stand searching for the

Best shot to set up my

Next shot. I look up,

And her eyes lock on mine.

She smiles wide, the biggest

Smile I've ever seen,

Besides the one I received

From another woman

The day before, and a different

Woman the day before that.  

I smile back, acknowledging

Her, and then focus only

On my game.  She vanishes

Into the restroom, hoping

I pursue.  Instead, I play on

And move on - to the next ball,

Until I clear the table.  Patience

Is a virtue, and I walk away

Feeling superior in every way.

  - Just a lie I hold inside -

No words escaped, and I leave

Alone again, and will head back

Another day. Shoot around, waste 

Time - alone.  Reclusion my

Self-punishment, my self doubt.