Happy Place

Hallow planks

That reek of pine and maple

Greased and glistening

Carrying speedy shinny balls into eager pins

Crash, PING!

Spare sounds strike round and around

The smoke filled

Room

(Sniff sniff)

Stale beer rises

As my ego dances

And my fingers twirl in old holes of a used ball named

“Stella”

Stella

Oh, so blue

With galaxy sparkles shinning

Dazzling and flirting with me

She spins

And she spins

And She spins

And She spins

And somehow

She misses all the pins

That dumb bitch Stella.