-
      The
      Yellow
      Tererazzopaving
      Road
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Rid
      of
      restraints
      to
      a
      wizard
      like
     
     
      mind,
      I
      gaze
      through
      mirages
      trying
     
     
      to
      find,
      a
      beam
      of
      light
      shinning
     
    

    
     
      on
      through
      the
      night.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      alacrity
      so
      intense,
      my
      aura
      so
     
     
      immense,
      I
      walk
      the
      yellow
     
     
      terrazzopaving
      road
      while
      I
     
    

    
     
      sword
      fight
      with
      the
      cold.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      go
      on
      being
      strong
      sure
      that
      my
     
     
      actions
      can’t
      be
      wrong,
      I
      feel
      like
     
     
      a
      breathing
      purpose,
      but
      time
      it
     
     
      feels
      like
      a
      tortoise.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      met
      a
      girl
      whose
      outward
      shape
     
     
      voluptuously
      caught
      my
      attention,
      but
     
     
      I
      also
      search
      the
      mind,
      not
      just
      configuration.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      so
      I
      followed,
      terrazzopaving
      road.
     
     
      Later
      I
      dabbled
      in
      another’s
      fragile
     
    
   
   
    
     
      soul
      and
      discovered
      her
      somnific
      qualities,
     
     
      but
      I
      seek
      the
      livid,
      not
      the
      cold.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      so
      I
      followed
      terrazzopaving
      road.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      I
      sit
      ona
      wooden
      rock,
      trying
     
     
      to
      collect
      my
      thoughts,
      I
      turn
      left,
     
     
      see
      my
      right
      side
      and
      look
      at
      the
     
     
      found
      trying
      to
      hide.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      I
      shake
      confusions
      away
      from
      my
     
     
      head,
      this
      in
      turn
      awakes
      me,
      it
     
    

    
     
      rattles
      my
      bed,
      i
      think
      my
      road
      is
     
     
      clear,
      I’ve
      no
      longer
      any
      fear.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      foolish
      wiseman
      called
      society
     
     
      blatantly
      told
      me:
      I’mright
      and
     
    

    
     
      VOU-TE
      Wlonvac
      <scce:
      Shawn.
     
    

    
     
      And
      sol
      followed
      terrazzopaving
      road.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      re
      ee
      until
      at
      last
      I
      found
      her,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      her
      name
      is
      Exotic-Summer-Music-
     
     
      Of-A-Dark-Haired-Goddess.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Shawn
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘Hockey
      Nite
      at
      North
      River
      Rink’’
     
    
   
   
    
     
      **Clarke
      watch
      it
      out
      there
     
    

    
     
      they’re
      after
      your
      head.”’
     
    

    
     
      This
      is
      the
      voice
      of
      my
      team
     
     
      mates.
      The
      game
      is
      hockey.
     
    

    
     
      The
      opposing
      team
      is
      my
      target.
     
    

    
     
      I
      hit
      them
      and
      knock
      them
      down.
     
    

    
     
      I
      swung
      my
      stick
      hard,
      like
     
    

    
     
      a
      golf
      club
      connecting
      with
      the
     
    

    
     
      big
      guy’s
      ankle.
      He
      curses
     
    

    
     
      at
      me
      and
      says
      ‘‘
      I’m
      gonna
     
    

    
     
      slash
      your
      face.”’
     
    

    
     
      ‘*Relax.
      I
      wasn’t
      going
      for
      yourankle.
      I
     
     
      was
      after
      the
      puck.’’
      Thenhe
     
     
      skates
      away.
      After
      the
      game
      my
     
     
      friends
      are
      saying
      ‘‘Jeez
      you
      stared
     
     
      right
      athim?
      Some
      of
      my
      team
     
     
      mates
      want
      me
      to
      cool
      it
      and
      not
     
     
      getso
      crazy
      sol
      told
      them
     
    

    
     
      ‘‘we
      lost
      to
      that
      team
      because
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      eae
     
     
      YQ
     
    
   
   
    
     
      we
      weren
      t
      aggressive
      enough.”’
     
    

    
     
      I
      must
      play
      the
      way
      I
      play.
      Iam
     
    

    
     
      not
      afraid
      ifsomeone
      punches
     
    

    
     
      me
      or
      cuts
      me.
      Who
      cares
      I
      know
     
    

    
     
      I
      can
      take
      it.
      Our
      team
      is
      having
     
    

    
     
      a
      rematch
      against
      those
      bastards
      who
     
     
      beat
      us.
      In
      two
      days
      we
      play
      them
     
     
      again
      and
      I
      can’t
      wait.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Bobby
      Clarke
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Ne
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      X-P
      RESS
     
    
   
   
    
     
      November
      21,
      1991