But you can always scramble to salvage a smile
Break the sea with your blackened anchors
Red on the left, green on the right
Magnetic deviation screws me up
Break the glass from your hanging lanterns
What of the sailor and her spinning wheel?
And you might end up a floating junk pile
Red-eye A.M. here I lie
Compass here but the needle’s shot
What was she thinking being swallowed by the water whole?
You can see me coming in the morning light
Brass and glass and rusted iron
Sextant here for the heavenly bodies
Shipwreck passing underneath