Pink Planet in the Sky

Pink Planet in the Sky

game one
soft words
a single wolf cry, same cat walking
daybreak street
a distant drum pump
sweet scent rhythm pool
in forest
a child on a swing, in death park, coughing
while I smoke
winter/summer together less
walking desert illumni
rearranging structures of breath
speaking sparkling the rhythm
painting spray sky over
with mute approach
to languages leaving
packages burning
passengers lifting
airplane toxicology
from under pink planet in the sky
I watch plane’s wing
until sky is the only
word
with
morning freedom
in shy sky sun
ascending over
Earth
while I am
not watching.