The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 104

The Linnet´s Wings Of Trick Shots and Empty Pockets for Morgan By RP Verlaine She wants a religion older than the new testament she tells me. I show her my new high end cue most pool hustlers avoid as they do detectives or spotlights. But with picayune talents I need the edge to lose gracefully. Morgan serves me a beer with that half a smile Garbo gave to less than a few. As music’s rainbow of noise finds lost rhythms of clarity in a spotlight as Morgan dances on the bar in the east village. Where passion never quite kills doubts in those young enough to offer less than even odds in a pool hall’s shadowy dark. Morgan smiles kisses my new beer for luck/ gold in a glass. Where angels traverse lost swimming in each pool player’s 104