Glass Jaw - The Autumns

Slack in the jaw

Glints like glass

See-saw

That’s all

Crack in the jaw

Clicks like brass

Hee-haw

It’s all

Boy who wants to knows

And the fin de siècle flows

Swells up through the interstices

Grab the gun and grip the Misses

Black little laws

So much print

Too small

That’s all