Hammersmith Clipboards
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Then I realised there is no central being,
no person in a back room with an Akashic list
or metaphysical clipboard in Hammersmith.
Ultimately, ‘Fulham’ does not exist.
¶ 2
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No single person can validate your support;
will loyalty points cross our final threshold,
rowed over unsettled water by a ferryman courier
for passage to a packed away end
¶ 3
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in a time or land beyond
past a turnstile guardian of allegiances,
a footballing psychopomp?
¶ 4
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There is no embodiment of a club;
transitory players in crests on the grass
are the furthest things we have from its heart
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 with noble outliers rare or retired.
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Is a land or person defined by a word
as place names gesture to shifting rivers
or long-forgotten visitors? There is no club
beyond shared drinks over synaptic brail grids –
at The Bricklayer’s Arms or The Crabtree –
¶ 7
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scanned together for favourite memories or players
from the dark room of another century.
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