“Dead Drunk”

I hit the
Eight ball
Into the
Corner pocket and
Reflect on 30 years of
Writing

It is the same as this
Game of pool
A giant web
Where the
Balls and the words get
Caught

I have tried to find my
Will
But I have failed

Time sways like the soul
Drunk
Just like the rest of us at
The pool hall

Time, too,
Falls on the
Floor