fun was

fun was
ciggy
in mouth
leaning over
a pool table
John Fogerty playing
Fortunate Son
on the jukebox
Julie angry
as a kettle
that I seemed
incapable
of sinking
the black ball
& winning
the wild night
into our
favour

 

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