The Crunch of Lyrics - April 29, 2024

this morning I opened the laptop

to pieces of a fried mystery filling

the spaces around the G and H

where the index fingers huddle to think

I remember the poem was worthy

the snack  definitely a homerun

typing at dusk means squinting

making everything else that

transpires of secondary importance

I bet it’s happened to you as well

how you really couldn’t help

in your more impassioned moments

what slipped out of your mouth