face.
from The Red Suitcase
Right on cue, you tried to save face again Break shot, it wasn’t an open table I was playing solids, chalked it up then You had different stripes, curve shot, stable Hit a million balls, perfect that poor aim Burn marks left behind, bangers never win Busted, cheated the pocket, choked, ashamed Peeled back the green cloth, exposed my bare skin I had to clean the table, start from scratch Carry a bigger stick, swing harder now Pockets aren't enough, give me gloves to catch I deserve protection from ballpark blows Unspoilt, warm, white milk went bitter and tart Fuck, stolen sneakers defiled in the dirt
