Football Poets

People want their Walsall back
I wonder what that means?
They’re marching to and from the site
Of comedy latrines.

They’re calling for belated truths
And answers from the usurers
Jeff patrols the bargain […]

All the time you lied
Whilst chasing our poor backsides
Down motorways and through stations
In the name of civilization.

Chelsea suits fought solicitor gangs
But at Saltergate we were the harangued
The ordinary […]

The striplights on the ceiling of the train.
Are driving me insane.
My now tubular brain
Is peering at the rain
On the window

My God its only Leeds.

If only someone was here to listen I would plead
That there’s […]

I didn’t see it in your eyes
Although I should have guessed
I didn’t sense it in your touch
Or the romance you suggest

My thoughts were overrun with love
In every bar on every night
Until I discovered tha […]

Too long planning the trip to Crewe
Not enough time in B and Q.

Too busy watching Match of the Day
Instead of saying the things I needed to say

Sat on trains for too many hours
And didn’t come home with c […]

A funny thing happened
Near the saloon-bar door
As I was minding my own business
En-Route to division four
A raven-headed beauty
Took my hand and lead me silently
To the snug bar where she sat us down and […]

And I’m still around?
On my way to somewhere, I don’t know
Someone else’s ground.
With someone else’s weather on the window
Those jokers in the rain on a snooker club car park.
My train, seriously stalled by some […]

I miss you
York away
The perfect curves of a Tetley glass
Such fine booze
On the banks of the Ouse
Where I would talk to the statue of Constantine
To the amusement of tourists
Who don’t know what it means […]

On the wet platform
The essence of football fans
Distilled and drenched.

Tea all over the floor
Women scream and pets scatter
A cefax goal.

Beautiful white clouds
Unphased by the consequence
Of the post’s width.

It hurts
Top at half time
Bottom by five
The day that eras come alive
But you never how it’s going to fall
During this cruel time
It’s anyone’s call.

Once the league cup first round eased us into the swing […]

They say that anything is possible
That any game is winable
That nothing’s unobtainable
If flesh and blood can kick a ball.

You cling to these thoughts everyday
If you’re a follower of Whitley Bay
The club for […]

No man or club is bigger than it
Not the “R’zzz” of Reading
Or the Golden Tit
So I howled and whinced when I heard the tale
Of Wolves premature
Premiership season ticket sales.

Just as Reading found with their […]

All the pubs and trains and grounds I’ve sat in
Just to see him run like a demented chicken
The man can’t jump and he has no tricks
Just stumbles and stoops to obtain free-kicks.

You’d think with his size he’d be […]

It’s a tough life
sifting through the bargain bins
those out of date and dented tins
are metaphors, defeats and wins

my up and down world.

It’s physically hard
training
playing
falling down
to cat calls form the […]

For those who think that hot air rises
Beware Methusela’s many guises
Like po faced chairmen baring gifts
and assistant managers who can’t button their lip.

It was “u’Rzz” and not little old us
Who went and […]

Gnawing the root of my nervous system
Swallowing everyday life

Thought
Speech
Appetite
Sleep

Inertia’s idle demon

Who’s unborn seed in April’s womb
An unborn foe that grows and learns
The mechanics of our […]

They’ve got me on their nipple of lies
the drip fed deceit of the billboard’s surprise
coming home from work every night in the dark
just a taster…
one line…
dot dot dot question mark
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WILL AXE […]