haiku bob Round 2 – the pack’s hollow






Autumn night –
all kinds of noises
from the packed stadium






arch rivals –
it takes six men
to eject the drunk






another point pointless complaining






leaves crackle and pop goes Reiwoldt’s hamstring






slipping away
the first leaves
and our early lead






crickets –
Ball’s pulse fills
the pack’s hollow






bloke on a stretcher
ball in Cloke’s hands
both sicken me






autumn deepens the coach’s best days behind him






leaving the stadium wishing I believed in something





About rob scott

Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.

Comments

  1. HB – I could actually feel your pain.

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