Magic Realism

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 King Kenny ball to feet
Measures his angles and
Twists then turns
Doesn’t flinch
Rushie’s waiting predator
Sniffing goals on the air
Boots primed powder dry
He shoots Kenny smiles
And we go home happy.



“Down by the banks of the Red Mersey
A song and a dream and a prayer
You can keep all the roads off to heaven
It’s Anfield that I’m headin’ for”

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/magic-realism/