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 Melbourne-born resident of Sweden who spent his adolsecence in Queensland. He has also had stints in Japan and The Netherlands but calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.


  1. HB – I could actually feel your pain.

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