PRIZE

O Lord I am troubled

Even after she races over and humps my bones

So I go to sleep just to die

A video switched off or a comforter pulled up to the chin

And in her dreams I play in a basketball league and

It turns her on when I get all sweaty by bumping against

The endless drive of

Pigs and sheep and dark abyss

Framing a shelf full of nothing but books

About what eating each other will thrill