Friday, December 30, 2005

My Poor Cat:

I keep thinking they'll bring you out
At this time of year,
Like a surprise present with a bow on your head,
'Oh, only joking!'
Breathing and jumping,
Streched out like you used to,
Santa please,
I'll trade you a record player
For a life so joyously lived.

P x

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Chew:

I have a feeling of dread in my stomach
That burns anxious indigestion,
I'm not sure where it came from
And what I ate to make me feel so tense,
In retrospect I usually swallow the wrong things,
But I always was a binge eater.

P x

Monday, December 19, 2005

Vodka vodka
Mother transparency burning my lips
Spirit spirit
Father translucency blinds me with bricks
Wont you refrain from offence
On a dimly lit stairwell,
Just follow pretence
The escalator wino bids you farewell,
She knows that grapes don’t cut it anymore
In this opaque universe

xmx

Friday, December 16, 2005

The Flawless Housewife:

Was it the want or the courage?
Perfect oven queen,
My wasted Stepford wife
Clean the table and hang out a long long thought
Then travel the vicious mind in want,
Courage ain’t gonna free you from this pub landscape,
No, no! You don’t have enough aprons to cover that lie!
“I was so wasted last night shit, I ain’t even know where the fuck I was"
God, that vacuum cleaner chaffs,
And that dust always comes back around,
He takes pills and caffeine – we drank so much, I didn’t drink!
And the dust comes back around,
“He was so mashed!”
Well, I don’t care,
My head spins,
Want?
Courage?
Where’s my beer?
And the vacuum comes back around,
A whirling piece of dust in a great big Hoover,
I wonder if there could there be a moment any greater?
I want kids born to bottle,
A broom and a crooked mop,
Something round and warm,
Something more than reality….
Something more than nearly free.


Pippa x

Monday, December 12, 2005

Stop, sir!

I am so fucking stagnant
Paused
Halted
Stopped in my own tracks
So very stuck in the mud

- Trish

Friday, December 09, 2005

Untitled

And I sat there and wondered why it is that I can only turn my tongue upside down in one direction...

a x

Monday, December 05, 2005

Burn, Hurt et cetera

It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
Burning
Hurting
Searing
Making
Me see the light

It's too bright
And it burns and hurts
Maybe I wish it didn't
But it does
Burning and hurting

And it doesn't stop

Trish
x

Thursday, December 01, 2005

I hate art
fuck the species essence
I'm going to be a stockbroker