day 17 poem

andrew symonds v matthew hayden

weve landed some good fish before

but thats only ever been back on earth

out in a tinnie staring at the currents

from under our classic xxxx visors

only the great outdoors man up north

planet earth is blue today but looking at it through

quasars its colours are quickly changing n

yd no longer callem fish or visors out here dunno

what weve jagged but fuck its

sizeable haydos told me these interstellar pink

gripsd come in handy

the warney-mcgrath trophy

first innings runs analysis

i should go

cut my salty hair

or see how blonde it can get

now warneys after tributes

he deserves

he deserves

mcgrath

& mcgrath god that partnership

god gone

gone man

gone

first innings dismissals analysis

I MADE

SUCH A

GREAT SPAGHETTI

BOLOGNAISE IT

ACTUALLY MADE

ME WARNEY

not out

FUCKIN LADIES

LIKE SEA

GULLS MOVE

IN SALTWATER

first innings over/runs analysis

I

CUT

MY

HAIR

SO

DAM

SPARKLING

ITS

MADE

ME

WARNEY

FEELS

SO

GOOD

FEELS

SO

GOOD

MUTTER

MAN

LIKES

THE

SMELL

OF

MULLET

ON

HIS

GULLS

DISTRACT

THE

BATSMEN

IM

COMIN

IN

TO

BOWL

SUCKER

BALL

AFTER

SUCKER

BALL

GOT

EM

MES

MERISED

BY

MY

RHYTHM

AND YR

GLAM

day 15 poems

el warno waca glam

get on with it

the patriotisms unbearable the expectation n

nerves were ready to get on with it

m

fingers n lips twitter m hair n

yr loss s already a whitewash

yr courage yr stupidity m fairytales n

jokes about balls r rarely off

target ________ sucker

m overs are flower bursts better

learn how to twitter sucker its good to be 3

– 0 up

swans n sunsets the groundsman makes

a thin line on an empty field i bwld m heart out

cn no longer stop

to sympathise

suck on that which is still to come

m hair m rocks yr loss twitter

and another in the series of player profiles – this one i wrote long ago

player profile of matthew hayden

le comte de monte cristo

everything is considered

rising flowers n falling confetti

touch the spaceman

s hidden face

the avenging god has

made way for my

heavy oriental textures n

the charm of the sun n

othing happens by chance anymore

waca 5 retURN

thats the nature of our enterprise cant stop to sympathise now youve been tantalised

cricket slept for just over twelve months it has barely arisen and the ashes are already back in the right place. yesterday cricket woke up with a fervour for revenge. today is all sunsets over the indian ocean.

in exacting his vengeance the count of monte cristo often feels a tear in his eye. toward the end of the book he returns to the chateau d’if to remind himself what his enterprise has all been about. i imagine matthew hayden at this very moment is on a flight to the oval. the revenge does not stop here.