Bust



Morning lands like aeroplanes wrecked inside my bed.

Your favorite Teenage Fanclub song is knocking around my head.

In fits and starts remembering the things I should regret

but I don't want to sanitize my thoughts just yet.



These lessons in anatomy

This adolescent crush

This sod-it-all mentality

Anyhow, anyway, everything is coming up a bust.



Afternoon's an open end boredom lines the shelves.

I've got the time and half the time I'm not myselves.

Nightime falls and Tall Boy calls

Patience running out

Claws and flaws and don't we all just muck about.



This funny, runny part of me is boiling in the crust

and it's been spilling out of me.



Anyhow, anyway, everything is coming up a bust.