- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
Blue Sky Thinking
Sky is an abstract noun. Let’s take everything down:
the rain, the planes, the turbulence too. Gather the grey, the white, the blue,
Bring them to the underpass, where the graffiti perspires piss
and the estate kids hang out, tired of swings and roundabouts,
looking for a harder kick. Listen to their realpolitik
where childhood is a smoke bomb, a veneer of ocean calm
held up before the rage of living. Memories are unforgiving
and although with time, smoke will clear nothing is ever forgotten here.
See their anger; raise up your sky and show them where they’re free to fly.