Canned Mackerel

Before the Bough Breaks
I hang on
Like a tear drop
Growing plump with fear
And heavier with love
Before the bough breaks

Before the fruit falls
I linger on
Like a man insane
Growing heavy with anticipation
Drowsy with love
Before the fruit falls

Before the seed sprouts
I procrastinate
Like a jilted lover
Growing edgy with desire
Impatient with your love
Before the seed sprouts
Before the fruit falls
And before this bough breaks.