The Crunch

by grimbeau

Moses, Moses, holy Moses!

A turn up for the books.

Four quick glances

an element of surprise.

An intriguing risk demonised.

I think of you all the time, she said.

Puking in her handbag.

That’s some love poem


My eyes are clouded over with self-deceit,

these words are redolent of feet

that walked proud as punch,

no more for now,

no more,

the crunch