The Diachronic Barber Pole Observations of a Recovering Hockey Exile

The Goalie Is

August 17, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles

                         20:00

 mr. saturday night
 sir lacquered leather glove
 off to the right (puck rounds to your left)
 back in the crease

 time and again
 again and again
 centred, spread
 crow in your head
 mask of lights
 the irritated sting of distraction

                         20:00

 a bed of almond comfort
 scratching
 wet, lime-high pickle fragrant
 sewn-face, leather-face, stone face,
 shaped pain cheek-bone
 equipment-hating

seeing wingers flip
watching centres harried
hearing defencemen apologise
  (the puck caroms to forty-eight shots against anyway)

                         20:00

mr. sunday morning
biscuit sleep
tousled stick
orange juice tired
ibuprofen, bad cartoons, red light nightmare
afterimage

older than your dad
fresh as flour
gold as a bucket
green as his numbers

grainy
gravelly
accidental
cracked

scheduled
ginger
mr. monday night

cluttered puck hero again
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