The Diachronic Barber Pole Observations of a Recovering Hockey Exile

“And In His Eyes Are a Thousand Stars”

June 28, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles

sequins sash stash
your liquid gold glitter                          my drop
glitter gumdrop steps slither hither kumquat smile
is it goodbye

your splashed silver tempura lakes galaxy whisper
hummed sass road belt of the mountain
staged stacks
argent drum disc salute                         my circles

no room for hearts in small
as your electric electric studio wood
big labels heavy equipment
hot heart hair on fire                              our fear

is it goodbye

forum footsteps joined and leavened
joined and jeered
joined and departed                                your legacy
frosted
Othello

goodbye
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