fingers tinker on the boards

found objects on the floors

colors colors on your doors

in the pink i cant remember

chambers darker than one soul

running running out a door

pick me up and throw me down

the problem is my answer

prayers broken words of thoughts

the spider web whispers crawl

away i am so wounded

i create resistance by

demanding my compliance

in the pink i cant remember

all of my innocence

in the pink i cant remember

the shapes the songs the air

floating through in

Cadillacs

Yellow submarines and

Superman

in the pink i cant remember

voices ghosts and anamnesis

amongst the dying trees

of winters past

in the pink i cant remember