Precious

Peanuts and kiddie Molotov cocktails on а starved stomach on Sunday afternoons

I've got tobacco allergies

And a bloody tongued cat lick tickling the lil' piggy

Peeping out of a size and a half ago shoe

I watch myself in the fish tank mirror in the corner

All the fish died for Friday's fish fry

I'm watching а sunken ship

All the fish died for Friday's fish fry

I'm watching а sunken ship

December embers trickle up

Set roots in soil sky

One Sunday, like а likable bully

December embers trickle up and builds a fire

He pulls to a picnic

December embers trickle up

Set roots in soil sky as January's stars