YOU COULD HEAR THEM CRUNCHING

YOU COULD HEAR THEM CRUNCHING

Are we really so
up and down the
next I heard her

say how have these
things happened anyway I
need not hanker after

comfort but now feel
I must carry on
for some nebulous end

so I went out
tonight and life was
headed alone made nor

stringent aspects ruling our
days I’ll never know
anyone else who’s been

part of my life
she said perhaps he
hated maps or some

such aspect of dragging
out suitcases while screaming
without considering the public

I had the morning
free and cut my
moustache it’s better like

that pulling plaster by
the river listening about
visitors scraping more than

enough honest fundament history’s
hollow freedom yet immortal
forebears numbering the crest