jupitersterrain four

are you contracted … 
i may be slow but i can kick like a crocodile 
the children have the wrong names, I threw them 
in the car and tried to drive
away before the flames welded the door 

dirty laundry?
we're in a right fucking mess 
thanks to your party … an upward spiral 
a raw ultimatum
like a pushy parent 

the tail bit me 
seize the spider of opportunity 
the convulsions of the time between the wars 
this is not fucking middle earth 

unrighteous flinching 
toad off beam wheelchair screwball 
twisting a long cork back into the bottle 
swept into an emotional embrace
a touchline clinch a feisty display that rubbed off on his players
from their intent to pummel pool into submission 
they were evidently in the mood to seize it

Yet were behind before putting one pass together
drove in a low but routine cross to the near post that was fumbled straight on

swung over a deep cross from the left and sent
a looping header in off the far post
letting fly with his left foot

a shot that was still slowly rising as it hit the net
One nutmeg, saw him sprinting away from three opponents
they had both been caught out after he dangled out his leg and made no contact 
The ball ran through and ignored the temptation to square
he opened up his body and angled his shot past Brad

hooked an innocuous ball forward 
and suddenly was running free on the left and making a beeline 
quick to the ball, strong in the tackle and showed 
all the qualities associated with the underdog

willing to uncover every blade of glass




26-27 Jan 2013, © Lizarikk