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

day 12 poem : player profile of glenn mcgrath

charles bronson : once upon a time in the west

when henry fonda

shot him he was only a boy at

the same moment

not too far away the boy

is already grown into

the hardest of men

____________ and he is

counting on revenge

the mathematics is not difficult though

the victims have multiplied to

extraordinary powers

he can recall them all and

list their names a true lord of time

angels of vengeance do not forget hes

the fullness of time keep

adding and

whittlin til everything = 0

day 11 poem

9

boonys the new name for this country

dont bag it

something orange in the white

pitch is a desert

oasis nd pursing lips

gilchrist lvs lehmann 4eva itd be

good to be 3

– 0 up the monstrous activity that just ejects the ball

into the perfect channel

9 sitting sitting

for him nd fr england

running frever

spinner v spinner settle settle nd collingwood gets

some advice for free

from 1st slip

body shape nd the balance close in

on the green tones field set square

singles significant

TRIBUTE – marto forever

a fine stroke by marto retiring without the fanfare he’s never enjoyed of a swan song at the waca, fine timing such that everyone will forever remember that great adelaide test of the 06/07 ashes series as marto’s last test. retiring after the perfect innings. i love a good one shot innings and really there’s been none more perfect than marto’s on that final day at adelaide v flintoff. marto, cheers for the mems

mate.

marto : slow motion highlights reel in sepiatone

roll on heavy roller

roll on slowly on

roll marto be

a slow cool boundary soon or

once

timing

is dispersed the whole field imparting

marto place

yourself in here vistas will open up for you big you

envy the shots he gets to feel in his hands

once cutting up the face

of a square

cut whore 4eva nail

polish manoeuvres barely visible

i cannot see marto steve w

takes on a whole new meaning after retirement

barely visible healthy

eating baby trepidation and style

he is a marigold man grass over grass

blades imparting

all force imparting timing

on his chest cricket flowers orange off the back foot

drives through the

snow covers

everything where the world should be looking

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day 10 poems

magnum ponting

mode warne perpetual

every note youve ever played

ham pineapple glamour on the hill

mcgraths cutter 2 2s in 2 hrs o england

this is a tough journey hussey

enjoys vultures monitor attitude devour uncertainty

angels appeal & grunt they have longevity

and bowling brains bones distributed

like gulls pressure solid

citizens clamour on the hill

useless water dont bradman like cricket

i sony it

and here’s one i prepared long before the series began :

player profile for ricky ponting

ahab

o you merry deep bowlers of

england where do you lead

me so silently my savage crew

my cheekbones

ache with longing beneath my

ruined face

my monomaniac object

harmison i have taken on your bones

long bones i choose you

harmison

i will dismember my

dismemberer