The Hurricane

The hurricane breezes in
Gunning the balls on the green blaze
Through the pockets they dropped on fire
The triangle all shattered
As his cue picked them off one by one
Out of the maze

A twitch and a facial expression
Applause for the shooters in town
Through his fingers the cue action sparks
As he blasts the white
Screwing back on angles spinning
As each colour is gunned down

A fighter who hunted the sluggish
With power and speed
Alex the people’s champion
In awe the crowd they stood
As he ravished frame by frame
With flamboyance and greed.