Pink Sky

cold yielding
harsh fields
baked tarmac that pleads
give me it all

we make space
take names
fire for the god-damned sun
give me it all

pace and favour
spend a journey
wondering of cloud dust and yawning
give me it all

caravans
sun-blushed detail
blossom burns in this pink gourmet ride
give me it all

tell me it matters
tell me it’s something
more than a veil to balk and wheeze against
give me it all