Rack em'
step on the gas
blue chalked sticks
white cue ***** crash
one sense numbs
two, counting gums
and like a lark on a whim
the quarters squeeze through the chambers again.

The Bermuda wooden triangle
traps solids and stripes
a ghost feeds the crave
and aiming lines take
another bathroom break.

Was it so obvious
our shady business?
Rack em'