Oster gears vibrate
against baby powdered napes.
Curled locks sweep away.
Tag: Haikus
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Matchstick legs ignite
a Parisian son. Midfield
light illuminates.
Blaise Matuidi is my favorite midfielder to watch right now.
He doesn’t pirouette, or flash a thousand step-overs. You won’t see a croqueta, or metronome passing.
But his tackles, endless running, headers, and enthusasim for football gives an aging amateur midfielder an example to aspire to.
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Pastor decipher,
an ancient message. Listen.
Truth and lies creep through.
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Knees bent. Shoulders squared.
Gooseneck up. Snap your wrist. Fly.
Chasing perfection.
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Bengay fills the air.
Mangled meniscus, chilled bones.
Ailments won’t stop us.
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Match Day 16
Óscar Tabárez, chess master.
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Match Day 15
Today we updated our office World Cup bracket. It’s fascinating to hear people’s reasons for selecting their teams. You hear things like:
“Well my great great great great great great Grandpa on my step mother’s side was from Belgium. So yeah I’m going for Belgium.”
“The internet says Croatia is the best team in the tournament.”
“Sergio Ramos is my boyfriend. It’s serious. Like really serious.”
Hey, as long as your watching football, we’re good.
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Match Day 14.
Two clean sheets in a row. Steady Brazzzzil. Steady.
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Match Day 13.
I should be a football hipster and write a poem on Denmark or something. But damn, Messi’s back.
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Match Day 12.
Quaresma is worth every dollar, euro and yen. A trivela goal in a World Cup match? Come on…
Floodlights and Goalposts 