30 May 2009

Hard Core Old Fuck

Every summer
I feel like I am a new man.

I am one who believes
Identity is fluid, but
It is in the early summer,
When I know who is going
To be playing for the Stanley Cup,
When I,
Just as the
Red Wings
Will in the coming days,
Take measure of myself.

Within our fluid identity
There are some things
That are hard core.

I remain one part rust,
Three parts burned out.

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