Tuesday, November 24, 2009



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