Turkey in the Drawer

1 May 2012

To whoever’s happy batting I rose beyond the daydream
of Sydney Harbour considered
as a Matisse

despite not having been there (and would have ‘kissed her
while she pissed’—as did Williams
—only she was walking

the streets of Graz) I think it might have been Tendulkar

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2 Responses to Turkey in the Drawer

  1. Corey Wakeling says:

    Imagination, read: maginate. An unbelievable poem, Cameron. What is it with cricket and psychic acrobatics? See Whittock, Beckett, Pinter, Lowe.

  2. Cam says:

    Ha, thanks Corey: ‘Beast commence this pacemaker.’

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