The Diachronic Barber Pole Observations of a Recovering Hockey Exile

Make Practice

March 14, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles

Lighted, glistening
white oval arena (say, Copps Coliseum)
the pristine surface
glitters and smiles white and perfect

walking to 
and onto
the ice

we see the grooves, lines and fissures in the
un-engineered surface, the tormented cracks and warps
that push the silver lake surface, summons

agonized dead
teeth gritted
eyes open spirits

wanna see perfection?

Step back
or walk toward something new

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