Tangled corpses on the strand
Their blood swallowed between stones
Let the oil soak out
Looking north from the harbour
The land feels like it's slipping away
Grease in every cavity
Plays tricks upon the sanity
Lurching out
Sicker and larger
With a butcher's knife
In the shoulder blade
Clear to the hilt
Oh, how the waves wail
Telling their unpromising story
Of sodden fog
And fornication
Cowardly, wasteful, pathetic, ungrateful
Cynical, haphazard, neurotic, self-centred
The poverty of thought
The Atlantic ocean is not wet enough to pull this nail from my jaw
I'm the most disgusting person alive, and I'm trying to apologise