Im sort of getting the hang of how i write now, its like pottery
I slap down a lump of words in a basic framework
then work it down until im done
it works for me
And so it began, for me
back in seventy eight
on a thick set telly
way out past bedtime
the commentary, voices, colours
vivid against grasses
the long haired moustacioed God
Blue and white long sleeved
number ten, Super Mario
Kempes
He spins, stops, turning a shot
chequer ball slowly rolling
beyond the Oranje
into
ticker taped immortality
and so it began for me, back in seventy eight !
