Beauty is Imperfection

Guts spilled in the wreck
The pickle that floats the egg
A port where fortified wine
Filled the bellies of the sharks
Who dreamed it was you
Falling off the deck

You now get a shark drunk
To fill him with your sins
You have eyes and bones
For him to devour
For it to devour
Your job is to be devoured

You were as red as the port
Your body made the ocean
Into shark’s wine
Let the ocean be your mind