hutt 3.4
  hutt - hill end, australia
 
 
Nick Whittock lives in Melbourne, works in a library and occasionally writes poetry about cricketers. He has a nice h(air c)utt. He is already missing Glenn McGrath desperately.

 

 
   
nick whittock - glennsome 503

14.1  ORANGE
just short of a good length &
outside all these spaces ive found
leaves no run out
side off stump every ponypigeon
will have its day

14.2  ORANGE
just short of a good length &
outside all these spaces ive found
leaves no run out
side off stump every ponypigeon
will have its day

14.3  BELL
one
perfect bell
can do nothing OUT
keeps low bang on target
scuttles stumps! wrecks the
clatter into the leg crashes
into
perfect edges cannot play that
just deeply unfortunate for vaughan flintoff

14.4  GREEN
like an emanation now
charged with ever greater meaning
stretching hillary duff into the past unflinching every
ponypigeon has
its golden age this lords pitch is mine I am
a lord of time the corridor is narrow
one perfect ball journeying up and down the corridor
is mine

14.5  ORANGE
just short of a good length &
outside all these spaces ive found
leaves no run out
side off stump every ponypigeon
will have its day

14.6  GREEN
like an emanation now
charged with ever greater meaning
stretching far back into the past unflinching every
ponypigeon has
its golden age this lords pitch is mine I am
the lord of time the corridor is narrow
one perfect ball journeying up and down the corridor
is mine