OUR SECRETS

 

Creighton

Skyline

Alpine Hills

Little League heroics

Music saturation

My childhood

A blur

Nostalgia laced synapse

Disarmed coherence

My life

An open book

For those who care to look

Sweet Pam

Gregory Paul

JJ

Dee Grisson

Such magical moments

“Play some Who… Billy Ray”

Rest in peace Timbo

Relax my sacred friends

Our secrets

Safely locked

Beyond my published grave

Psycho drunken daze

Hormonal machismo

Pops Party Palace

Teenage alter ego

Me

Rebellious acolyte

Human nature student

Rocket armed wordsmith

Hopeless romantic

Still searching for my muse

Times vicious march

Blistering impact

Reality

So brutal

I lick my wounds in silence

Still grooving to that different tune

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

 

Reviews

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