Staining Finger Tips with Ink

Staining finger tips with ink

Another poem another day
Alone the daisy stands
And the rats dance by the murky waters
Rippling shadows
The willows wallow
And stale smell of the paper mills come to mind
It’s a different story from a different time

She went there to follow
He went thinking he finally got away
But then she arrived
He did all he could to stay
But finally caved

So still wondering what happened
And how she ended up in cali
She’s married now
Or at least that’s what he remembers
It’s just that so much has happened since then

So the memories blur like runny pictures
Staining finger tips with ink
Making prints all along the wall
Down that long hall
There’s a dog barking
And the cat’s in heat again

So this is the way it was recalled
And he spoke of how she was the one
The one who caused all this
The sorrow of this lonely pen
A quill with a blue feather
Tickling the bottom of his chin
It was all the laughter of a forgotten sin