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Timelord

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He knew.
He just knew.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 An open goal gaped.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It yawned wide
unguarded, like a moment
exposed and vulnerable, like an unwilling model
unshielded, like a shorn Centurion
unprotected, like a tortoise without its shell
an undefended net – but only
for a fraction
of real time

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 his extra-sensory perception
made him aware
of who was chasing hard from behind
who was lunging from the side
and who was twisting up
from the ground
(rounded guardian in green)
ready to snaffle
and snuff
out the glory

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He was aware too
of all the eyes planted firmly upon him
as if a pop art poster
pasted up
on all four claustrophobic sides
of a modern meshed-steel cats cradle
housing all these beating hearts
and beaten backs

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 He knew.
He knew how to make time stand still
so still
that the suspension
could be bridged

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 He knew.
He knew that so many people
would be half-out of their seats
statue-like, muscles catatonic
and expressions frozen, Munch-like
ready to turn to joy
or to replicate ‘the Scream’

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 He knew.
He knew he controlled all of this
that he had the power
to destroy hope
or liberate despair

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 He knew.
He knew that one split second
was all he had in real-time
to do the right thing
to do the instinctive thing
to make the onion bag bulge
and the punters cry
with delight
at the surety of his execution
and his paradigm of space, pace, time and power

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 In reel time
he made it all look so easy

Inspiration?
A combination of :
All the camera angle trickery and freeze frame gimmickry beloved of modern tv editors
+ The Matrix
+ ‘The Scream’ by Edvard Munch (1893; originally called Despair), Munch’s best-known painting
+ Jimmy Greaves
+ archive footage

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/timelord/