BY THE TABLE YOU WILL FIND THEM,
screaming and wailing
and the shots they take random,
giving cents and billing
they exchange their cue sticks,
they choose which to use,
they hammer on cue ball
that speeds off screaming,
only to pass the impulse,
to another lonely cue,
that jumps into action.





They cry in expectations,
when their marks escalate,
they give their predictions,
their scores they update.



The game is over,
the looser cries it over,
the winner falling over,
he stretches about over,
and around he hovers


he only won 30pence piece,
and better it is




Antony Ndung'u , 'By the Pool table: Where i won this million bucks'