Tag: BHAFC

We Few, We Happy Few

I could steal a line from Henry the Fifth,
but his battles were not with himself,
(he fought the French, which we can't,
or else we'll be fighting Knockaert).

Instead I'll offer you my crass words
at this last phase of our season's churn:
From Falmer . . .

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Miracles

Upstairs, steam-dripped
by every breath,
becoming condensation
it sticks, a vertical film

on the inside of the windows
of the fan-packed top deck,
aboard the lane-swaying
Number 29 to Brighton:

I sit, as usual, with too much
of the bus-shift-and-tip;
meaning that my forever . . .

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