BHAFC 1 – Burnley 3
There is a beer-and-pie feast
in the bar-fed anticipation
in the echoing East Stand ../
There is a beer-and-pie feast
in the bar-fed anticipation
in the echoing East Stand ../
College Green hadn't seen
such a circus in such a while -
a scattering of disaster tents .../
I'm binning my Dyson
it will not remain -
the suction it claimed
has reduced again .../
I am abraded by a faux light
for my immediate set of tasks -
I sit at my cluttered desk
.../
This abstruse epoch of endless information
is a virulent strew of ingrowing metadata -
It is thrown wide like blindly hurled seeds .../
We will - now - we will be read like tea leaves
swilled in a bone china cup and saucer
We - the forcing twins will find a paradox -
the mirrored - the paired inept .../
Between Townsville and Tasmania
there is every conceivable season
now that the rules have been lost .../
Clasped - a cold buttock -
dipping to thoughts of others'
comforts - way before zeal
had become sloth-by-illness .../
There will be a cold sluggishness -
not known since those tardy days
of queued-at red telephone boxes -
impatient lines still in that set chill .../