Poem #2,725 | #WOLBHA

Beer-thick post-match
conjunctions of mates
& half-known faces off
that Brighton run up &
away from other pitch
battles on shingle – All
our sharing of thought
& an equality in routes
up to Wolves for a sun-
kissed won afternoon –
Gods anointed by ales
& sweet cider pumped
& sunk [we are atop of
accursed piles of cash
& so afford brief glory]