Marcus Walton - Surreptitiously GRINDING on the Pool Jets at the Hermitage YMCA with Don Garner

We were stealing what was already ours
We broke in through a backdoor we had just left unlocked
We descended those steep basement steps
Decorated like a dungeon left over from last Halloween
We were scared of the stupid stuff we had hung up ourselves
We believed and/or pretended we'd offended the gods
Stealing what was already ours
Feeling ourselves for four bars
Losing our nerve when your dumb deviled father switched on the stars
Old bedsheets peel off the wall like the ghosts had gone home
Leaving us cleaning up what was all only ours
Suddenly the air was filled with a song we'd never heard before
Like flaming tongues falling slowly like snowflakes, melting on the floor
Releasing vapors of aches, speaking the secrets of the space
Guest pass at the YMCA, for the first time finding a place
That was already ours

Written by:
Marcus Walton

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