Thick, Brown Poems #1


The cricket ball jumped up rudely

And struck Gary’s left nut.

The flat, heavy sound was enough

To hurt your guts.

Dry grass stuck to the sweat on Gary’s head

‘Help him up for Christ’s sake’

Our PE teacher said.


Was that laughter on his face?


The sky burned through

Unforgiving blue.

And the landscape blurred

Like a drunks whistle.


Gary croaked with pain

And some crows joined in

As they wrestled half a lamington

Free from the bin


The teacher patted red dust off Gary’s back

‘Blah, blah, blah blue balls’

And a reaping of crickets

Answered a call.

A throb in the key

Of an agonizing estival.



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