Prize Eyes

Little fiddles
A subdued symphony for my non-throbbing throacic cavity
Fuck my heart out,
Not my brains
I need those
For later
Little piggies to my wolf
Once I quit smoking
I’ll blow you away
Building bridges with a
Bitten back
Grabbing at goals
While they grab at the ass
An audience in underpants
Who’s the fool now?
Get your tickets to the preview
The show will sell out
Just hoping
I won’t.