double-minded
windy-watered
broken-masted
ship going down
your gatemouth gasping

air strickened
crooked shooter
surrender flaggin
surround sound
laugh track laughing

dry sailing
guard railing
panic flail wave back
as i roll away from you
clowns
lying as you're back-tracking

pin-pointed
spot-lit
rubber-ruled
measuring cup
baby get your fill

loose lip hanging
from your teeth
just like laundry drying
on the line
which is thin
Your gate-mouth open
in a grit-tooth hundred year
sand laden wind