There's a band playing on the radio.

There’s a fading picture on my cardboard table that reminds me of it.
It’s a photo from my childhood, you weren’t even born.
A textbook from first grade, turned into a diary.
The times of Shakin’ Stevens.
Mal Sondock on the radio. Linking life to music he was playing.
Taped every show.
A happy prisoner of sound, floating noisy out that box.
Gosh, I bet you would have loved me - free of doubts, innocent, untouched, Immaculate. Vivacious.
Mr Stevens, far away. I was munching crackers, all excited.
It all was so simple.
Next.
Joy Division.
Next years, nebulous. Death. Fights.

Count them down, Mal. Once again.

Look what I’ve come to.