In
that one small moment
I
became king
The
feeling as the ball rolled from my hand,
Arrowing
straight down the centre of the lane,
Maintaining
a position of perfection,
As
it travelled at the speed of delight,
Equal
distance between the two gully’s,
Was
like, walking out of my house to the bustop,
And without breaking
step,
The bus pull's up,
And I casually jump
on,
All in front of the
prettist girl in the school.
My
own projectile missile,
Target
locked on.
And
Upon Impact,
Producing
the harmonic sound of that organised crescendo of chaos,
As
the ball struck the centre pin.
The
catalyst for the chain reaction,
Collapsing
all 10 pins.
Obliterated
Nothing
left,
Only
the vegas like synthetic strip lighting highlighting my glory,
As
if all the balls on the other lanes,
Were
bowled at once and syncronised like a 21 gun salute.
X
marked the screen.
I'd
long ago accepted my position in all this,
My
rank being verbal punch-bag,
In
the great mis-order of things.
I'm
the one you wonna' play pool against,
after
you've just taken a whipping.
I'm
the one you wonna push around after you've just taken a kicking.
I'm
the one you wonna take the piss out of when you're trying to chat up women.
I'm
the one you wonna talk too, when you're confidence has gone missing.
My
social scene is like a fruit machine
My
mates are like the cherries,
Always
in pairs.
I'm
the lemon,
Solitary
and sour.
I
turned back round,
And
saw my 3 friends,
And
their girlfreinds,
With
their mouths open wide,
As
if they were about to engage in speech,
But
nothing was coming out,
Just
particles of stake breath.
I
never knew silence could make a sound so beautiful
