Gros Bill, Ti-Guy
August 1, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles
see the band of red, the one of blue
warp light blood,digital brittle sapphire
power in hockey socks
felt lines, not velour, but rough white
polyester
see the unaural, the campfire ugly blue
canadian tire sleeve stench urethane
the pants of spiderman blue
a horse stretches the expected
hear the shocked ice, tooth metallic, a silver swipe stride
curves and glissade, speed lumbers here
gathers force, leans toward, beckons
a thunder finger one-eye leather
hear the whir and whisper, a tourniquet baton
a stick in chase
name it koho, imbue it
greased grace, chock licked wood power
sense cryptic, the human iris, the fire wire bleu, the blonde
and the unsmile grimace, a goal in blue
smell the rink, the Forum, the seats, the suits, the crinkle, the bay
red is dark here, Mouton, Doucet, les pierres
watch the liquid
sense the disgrace
Ferguson and face
Bruin displace
Nordique not heaven
Eleven minus seven
Francophone Orr
Lafleur and score
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