From rec to cheque

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “By which a strip of land became a hole in time” – Dúrs Grunbein

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The rec still holds the voices:
I pick Petie
I pick Paulie
I pick Danno
I pick Scanner…..
Or is it just compartments of my beleaguered mind, echoing memories?
As I stand where the goalpost used to be… rusted, but not busted
Upstanding, but stooped, like Gramps
But now the lamps
Light only painted bays
Filled during the days
By shoppers, loading their multi-various MPVs
Where once, we had MVPs, buzzing around a blistered ball
Each participant, to their own mind, the most important person on the pitch
For we were Best, Osgood, Law
Charlton, Bremner, Clarke
Marinello, George, Greaves
Greatness replicated in stick insects
That ran around like ants
Each following the sugar trail of a tattered bag of wind
With its mystical, magical, alluring quality
That had us screaming with pleasure

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now the only treasure
Is what is loaded into big voluminous boots – not studded ones
But spaces filled with dogs, hunting gear, hampers and tools
And all things anathema
To the spirits, of golden days of yore


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/from-rec-to-cheque/