Mark Hamilton Poems

Men of steel, men of tungsten,
wing their arrers at the quivering board!

Arena rumbles like disco,
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The cold grey light of morning
is creeping at the window;
you turn to me in your sleep,
burrowing over,
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I wish there was a God
who would strike me down,
hold my nose to the dust
and give me orders
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Unable to sleep, I slip out for a fag
at 3.30am
and am amazed by the moon,
hanging like a burnished half-shield
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This coffee is like a miracle:
oil-slick black,
thick as night,
a transmutation of water
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(Barcelona 2-1 Arsenal
Champions League Final,17 May 2006)
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(Arsenal 3-2 Hull City, aet
FA Cup Final
17 May 2014)
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It is not sad, this light.
It is a trick of the…
a trick of my eyes, which watch
the world through their own sad filter,
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Dull afternoon sky
like a bruised fruit;
leaves peeling off the trees like
unplayed notes,
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The streets are quiet in these limbo days
that hang between the bright lights
of Christmas and the percussion
of a bubbling New Year,
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