Are You Globensky? Poem by Cretan Maineiac

'Are you Globensky? ' asked the seasoned
man i met
by his wife's side @ Thorncrag, sure he had met that

fabled goon from the old Maine
Nordiques, who
intimidated the mighty Beauce

Jarrows on the Colisee ice under
'70s curls as i
pursued puberty, more lately a

Firefighter who
discovered the
Devil Baby smoldering in a

dysfunctional kitchen as i was
riding Dude of
Life's skinny coattails, &

youth mentoring while i
scribbled toward
literary clarity & aplomb- from

a SUNY poor choice to peninsular Portland- fetching
legal briefs for suits &
blood samples for lab coats to pay the rent before

striving to restore
Common Sense amid
Maine USA's political scene, as

his famous fight made the
WHA highlight
reel, immortalizing him on the

web, while i settled into the
crazy biz & found
my heart's desire in my backyard amongst

pileated woodpeckers & dog walkers &
color coded trails @
Thorncrag. 'You're not Globensky? ' he

asked, &
i said, 'no, i'm
Stavros's brother.'