Pink Sky

From post codes
To ships cove
To an end

There's a cloud chaser overhead
A match-stick maker
Crash coursed and up-streaming

With fear and greed
At a quarter to four
Were trap doors

Cubby holing
Thanks for nothing
I'll be back for more

The markings of webbed feet
And tracks of torn tradition

The bricklayers
Glass ceilings
And conversation

Our blocks
Our steps
Our trademarker

Mother's pearl and father time
A brother's penance and mined matter



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Nolan
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