Pyro pink

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. 

 

It's Autumn

When the day is done at 5.

And smoke perfumes the past.

And Shiny Happy People*

is another way to fast.

And the last of the office lights 

make you feel she's gone for good. 

 

It's Autumn. 

(walking home) 

shiny happy people* by R.E.M  

Bleach blonde hair

Bleach blonde hair half tied

Her family are the only ones who ride 

without masks. 

Caught somewhere between a pandemic and a farce

Her kid's tablet is a never ending peace treaty 

She's on her last legs but hasn't any to stand on 

But for a few hours it will be lights out 

nestle her head in to other problems 

Relentless texts from an ex. 

A stream of empty politics, 

and shut her eyes to Talk show hosts 

who shout at her through the television set. 

(my best bet)