Precious

Peanuts and kiddie Molotov cocktails On a starved stomach On Sunday afternoons I've got tobacco allergies And a bloody tongued cat lick ticking The lil' piggy peeping out of A size and a half ago shoe I watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner All the fish died for Friday's fish fry I'm watching a sunken ship One Sunday Like a likable bully He pulls to a picnic and builds a fire December embers trickle up Set roots in a soil sky as January's stars --- Precious - Cap'n Jazz