Kane proves he’s able, Not the brother of Abel; But still merciless

from Another Way to a Midnight in Moscow by the Quorner flag

It must have been 1965, We were having a lunchtime kick-about. ‘It’s Good News Week’ by Hedgehoppers’ Anonymous Was playing on someone’s transistor Just behind the goal nearest the school, Phil Vine was puffing out on the wing, And crossed hopefully towards the edge of the box, Where I had strayed, and where I stood, […]

Now I’m not sure if there’s a debate here About determinism and free will, Or whether there’s just some sort of reflection On 50 years spent going to the match, That LS Lowry feeling of being lost in a crowd, That loss of sense of self that meant strangers were friends And friends were never […]

I went searching for the soul of Forest Green, Wandering intuitively, ad hoc Inferentially, without any A priori knowledge or insight: It was a tabula rasa wander. Northfields Road smacked of enclosed fields (‘Its only bondage was the circling sky’), And Eighteenth century food riots, With Captain Swing riding over in Horsley, While dark satanic […]