Biscuit foil sky
Sugar screams coming from the high tide.
It's a picture night designed
for heavy shoulders formed
for carrying so much noise.
Gulls grace the sea.
I hope anyone in need
gets the chance to see this.
Biscuit foil sky.
Sea swimmers have soup in their veins
I push a pram away from the sun,
transfixed on its stand off with the moon
It backs down and bleaches the sky pyro pink...
Others no longer focused on patchwork pavements either.