[RED WINE]:

A bottle of wine,
Red,
Drink it down,
Silky and fine,
Spill that liquer down yr throat
And drown;

All your internal organs
Are doing backstroke,
And your brain
Is the timid lifeguard,
And your body a river
Of red wine,
Silky and fine,
Shut-eyed and blind....

A fluid statue of our times.

Pippa x

I don't make sense
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Revolve, world, around
I understand

Oh yes, I (me) do
Am I me or I?
What does it all mean
And should I even care?
Shoud I even care?
Stupid run on sentences
And paragraphs!
The lines are too short EXTEND
Pretty, pretty please?
For me?

Ooh, look. Fancy!
Poetic license, you say.

I'd like to make sense
But how does one...?
Far too many questions.
About me, me, me, me

No more. Sense.

- Trish