Deck - Arto Lindsay

Drop drop drop earrings lost at sea

I watch you smile and forget easily

When a wave arrives it’s perfectly sealed

Never been ridden it staggers and unreels

Coast lines

Blossoms

Sand traps

Cave ins

A ditch in the dark din

Stop stop stop ready to confess

Confetti shining on the soaking deck

Knife handle, knife shaft, just outside the light

High ringing birds, tugboats run to ground