pool mmm i like it but i hate having to uncover it in the spring 010520 ... chock chock chili christ motherfucker, where's the mustard? 020120 ... no reason pool tables look good in purple. 020120 ... Casey pool is loop spelled backwards. 020120 ... Wolfie On a sunny day. Sliding underneath the surface, like wavering glass, eyes wide open staring through the water to the sky and you try not to breathe. The smell of chlorine. The one true life of a Swimmer. 030617 ... r1y9a6n4 Damn that place was old. The ceiling was missing tiles and dripping water though it hadn't rained in six months. The carpet was patchy, orange here, red and brown shag there. Tables were seated in the room in rows and columns like schoolcholdren waiting for the teacher. Their felts exuding the same fate as that of the carpet. The old man plays dominoes and takes a long drag off of his Benson & Hedges before he decides to draw us a pitcher of flat, near tasteless beer. Slams it down on the aged formica with 16 balls of different colors. We walk over to our student and throw our stuff down, staking our claim for the next two hours. Aside from the woman two tables to my left we are the only ones here. She is younger and wears her 'Marlboro' jacket with pride. There is no drink at her table, no one with whom she talks. She glides around the table with the grace of a dancer. She strokes each shot, placing balls here, there every movement calculated. She makes love to the game and plays by herself as if she were the main character in some grand play. The sound of balls crashing together breaks my staring trance and I begin to concentrate on the game at hand. I pour a warm glass of yellow water down my throat before approaching my first shot. I draw a smoke and realize that I am looking at that woman again. She is still doing her dance with table. 'What a dancer she is,' I think to myself. My concentration is soley centered. This woman is awesome. She strides through the hall with the confidence of a debutant. I try to bring myself back to the game at hand. Drinking yet another one of those tasty brews. I smoke a few drags and make a few shots. I look over again and notice that she is now looking at me. My dance with the table is considerably more awkward than hers, yet she still watches. She clears the last ball off her table and begins to put them back in their case. She strolls by me, smiles, whispers something and walks over toward the old man. A fountain is welling up in me as she sits down next to a guy probably 10 years her senior, old smoky alcoholic. He reaches over and slaps her ass. She smiles coyly and tells him to stop. He grabs her around her waist with force and draws her near to him... she no longer fights. I force the last bit of that horrible beer into my stomach, finish burning my last smoke, and get the hell out of that place. 031128 ... ferret just like bobbing for apples! 031128 ... once again shoot slut 031207 ... xyz my hair feels nice and smooth in the pool. when it gets out into the air it becomes dry and frizzy. this blathe sounded more clever in my head. i don't remember why. 031207 ... Webley These pools are doorways from your world to all worlds. 041011 ... ninecat below me, a stagnant endless pool of velvety flesh. above me, a seamless, motionless cape. 050712 ... bangaaeter I might go play some pool later tonight... It should prove to be of some use. 050912 what's it to you? who go blather from