Football Poets

If I can’t find words
or if they are halted by a synaptic lock keeper,
tyrannical yet wise, holding up a hand
to delay the latest craft, whatever its design,
I return to a trusted question,
my favourite f […]

Once we played on a cinder pitch,
a lava flow field with bubble cavities
on a flattened out Mount St. Helens
of ashes and agglomerates.

Which flow event formed the fine ash
from fire fountain magma […]

Drink was flowing by the River Ember
under placid skies above Island Barn Reservoir
where The Bell was surrounded by Alsatians
scattered on burnt grass in black and umber,
fresh from the water to kettle their […]

The general synopsis at dusk:
land around the coastal weather station
has been requisitioned for table football.

A huge tournament by the College of Agriculture’s
inshore waters gathers all the […]

As when the present is slightly off –
Bourneville, Perrier, a Foster’s crate
for the beachfront whiteout game –

we’re back again for testing and a psychometric probe
at just the time we had unwound, […]

When your plans are stationary
like a boat tied up at the dock
inexorably, you just can’t get going
without buttering up the ref’

by learning about his name, his family,
his route convoluted by […]

Support your skeleton going forward
or embrace its weakness. I can’t do it for you.
It depends on what your long term goals are –
where you see yourself in five years’ time.

The important thing is to eat eve […]

As Welcome as the sight of allotment smoke in December,
a quiet bonfire in the winter stillness,
are the compressed distances of Sports Report,
fingers hardened in the dusk after hours
of working the ground, […]

One day from under these floodlights
the sun will rise in early spring,
set like the memories you’ve left
in gathering blue over the river.

An extra layer will go, light jackets
the order of the day at some […]

Madejski of the methane vents, hero
of South Reading hinterland wastes
made shiny and blue for out-of-town games

at Junction 11: Madejski of the 1970’s
where the marlin fishing never ends
from South Florida […]

The lines, angles and shapes are wrong. Which
algal bloom will form when the ground has gone –
sunk or deserted – while for now Peru find time
left them, talent still potent, reminiscing
about far post […]

Somewhere beyond the wastes of Nizhny Novgorod
in enveloping white, the farthest reaches of night,
a train rattles on through heights and depths
with passengers lost to perspective journeying
through life to […]

At ‘The Stadiwm Vibrant Vapours’
on that sunlit evening, corporate sponsors
lacked the power of old resonances,
the simple terms the world could afford us:
Richmond Park, rumours of Gorseinon –
leagues […]