My street is pink

Don’t let me relapse 

Into sincerity 

Manipulative unthink

Make some believable 

Incantation 

I know nothing 

My street is pink

Only miracles 

Mountains 

And daisies 

Repetition repetition 

Corse my brain 

It’s not the same 

The second time 

They’re all the same 

After the first nine 

Bear with me on this 

There’s no thing such 

as we exist

Tigers burn 

in the forest

You are a force 

I am a magnet 

I am invisible 

You are a comet 

The edge of the skull 

Saturned with rings 

Turning until 

The untell begins 

Here endeth 

Concupiscent machinations

Inebriate malediction

I perceive you in waves 

Like a song on the radio 

Whenever there was 

A dial to switch 

A hunch to form 

A faith to ditch 

Meanwhile you’re in gossamer 

Ladled out like summer haze 

All the well and trip of laughter 

Condescending like the tide 

You’re the sleeper 

On a pony 

Take me with you 

For a ride. 

For Julia Bondarenko 05/20