Robbie (a work in progress)

Memories bright as morning bells.
Sights, sensations, sounds and smells.
Midnight joy perambulations
Worlds of parallel imaginations
Bluntness and friendship of truisms sort
Escaping each from the battles we fought.
Misapprehensions, impressions first wrong
Bound by the echoes of under bridge songs.
Cherry coke and watching washed in sodium twilight's spoof.
DANC and wheely-planking, Bulgakov, Marquez and Deerhoof.

TO BE CONTINUED