Rush Goalies

The ball
Like a dog
Amongst pigeons,
Shirts with ripped
Pockets,
Haircuts
Like car crashes,
Arms in the air,

‘Me, me, ME!’

A fat boy
Is sweating
And spitting out
Bits of a pasty,
Another
Is ambling around,
Kicking others
In the shins.

Everyone’s
Exploding with gusto,
They’re like
Ants across sugar,
Moths ‘round
A flame,
A fight starts,
Ends and
Another begins.

It’s
25 – 26
As the
School bell
Rings.

Poetry.net

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One Response to “Rush Goalies”

  1. Brilliant evocation of exactly what it’s like to play footy in a playground at morning breatime.

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