Poems Written Whilst Watching Hull Versus Arsenal



I’d like to trade me in

for something old and withered

a fruit way past it’s prime


the floral stench of times gone by

shall ooze from my skin

a perfume redolent of sorrow





I’m a derivative fool




poetry online





if i ate miso soup

would I write haiku

like a native






under pressure

now that arsenal have scored

I write the poetry of football

a game of angles and halves

and temperamental overpaid feet

it calls to me with mathematical guile

a seduction in grass and leather

the simplicity of the offside rule





Copyright September 2016


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