playing and it seems so distant now
but i remember this other man who was a seagull there is this
memory is this the real life
or is it just
i have this this sensation of
great happiness watching the seagull play
i remember it when these two were playing its good to sit there late at night
on a warm lap
trying to keep my eyes open & dreaming of pigeons the same
things keep happening in the cricket as in my dreams its
just pigeon after pigeon after pigeon after pigeon
after pigeon when i sit at the window sill
in the mornings
watching the pigeons
i think its the cricket again again
his boots are taking on a golden sheen
i saw a bit of this film the other day
and there was beat takeshi
slapping this mans face
over & over again
there is no difference between the replay
and the next ball &
& the sound of them birds
i also love all the leaping about
muttering away in the morning & darting after the ball
the heater on so late into the night
Ern Malley's cat writes: “the 2005 ashes series was my first ashes”.
