despatches from an absolutely everyday-day

Page blues
The furniture of sadness
What does it take to deboard
Where do we go
With this pinch blue darkness

That pure flirtation of saying each other's names
Without any burden
Without a reason

A name as pure as the wind

Scratchy
Grainy
Patchy
Songs from years long gone, years when those songs didn't mean much
You listen to them today
Pinning your love on that someone
Specific someone's image in your heart and head

Your tattoo
that tattoo
I will remember that sweet glimpse of it

Roaming with boys new and old
Planning things for the everyday
A new adventure here, made up
And an old one there.. lost

Roaming around in cities big
Forgetting to call the mother
And she sits back
Looking at the phone
Cleaning the Chin of the granddaughter

Notable nothings