Celeste

To be a decent shipwreck
you've got to look the part.

I sailed off the charts
searching for my
heart's desire.

To founder and flounder in
one's own emotions
lost to the Ocean and
out of sight of the land.

When the woodworm turns
Into a siren,
you've either gone mad
or had too much of the gin.

To be a decent shipwreck
it's got to be both of them
dead men
never look sober to me.