porridge
for breakfast
bearing a strong
resemblance to
brain matter
but without
the lateral
thinking
the best
thing about Chloe’s marriage
to Trevor (in a former life) wasn’t
the shabby sex, not even Trevor’s
impoverished conversation
it was the sausage sizzle
greasy on the lips
grisly on the hips
Chloe and Trevor
shared every
Friday
night
2.
gastronomic
pleasure
better by far
than a poke
in the eye
with a snide
remark, a
put
down
——-
in the saddest café on earth
the world’s worst barrister
clapped-out carrot cake
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some pricks
aren’t as sharp
as you’d expect
others don’t
do commitment.
——————–
© Molly Guy 2010
Molly Guy – a writer of short stories and poetry. Her fourth book (mostly micro-poems) is due to be launched later this year.
