Yes No

Yes, yes
No, no
I need a test
An exam, a quiz
Something

Fuck trying so hard
Stereotypes and questions
Fuck uncertainty
Kiss, kiss Touch, touch

I want some warmth
I want to feel oh so good
Wrapped up in you
But I'm wrapped up in me
And I can't find you

If indeed you exist
Maybe you are a dream
I'll wake too early
And miss all the good bits

Maybe you're real
And you're nothing I thought you'd be
Maybe I'm nothing you thought I'd be
A ship. Two ships. THREE ships.
However many missed.

- Trish

On the Box:

Busted blue shoes
You're on the box,
Neon and forgivable,
Bright
And
Insubstantial,
You! Tv Ghosts!
On the box,
Smiling,
Shaking your heads,
Sighing
And delivering speeches,
A sea of vapour
On the box,
Whistling
In the box,
Shimmering around it,
All I can see is a screen,
A 70's sitcom,
Punk music,
A nature programme,
Filtering into my TV BRAIN,
Mouth wide open...
Being force-fed happily
All this mess and chaos,
From my box-shaped life!

Pippa x

Desperation is not as elusive
As hope in a bowl of goldfish
Where romeo swims laterally,
Contemplating the reversal
Of gravity in an illusory spoon
He marvels at vanity
Yet is struck comatose
By his own golden reflection

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