Airplane

Sitting here

I subtract my life

with celebrity magazines

and the old tv

meanwhile

you paint your hair

moods in the neck

and exalts its reflection

with your best friend

the mirror

was a long afternoon

Devon on a Sunday

as an old blues played in your life

I was more than that

I was the anthem of the unnamed

the old chess, the forgotten picture

scratch dent, an old idea

I was his own life

I was simply

a airplane