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
Friday, December 30, 2005
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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