Bubblegum sea stinger
with your removal via vinegar bottle
deflated on sand
you resemble a discarded condom.
Miniature sea-farer
with the bluster of a Spanish galleon
the buoyancy of a Mary Rose.
They call you bottle
because you float
and because your colour recalls those vivid arsenic vials
so necessary to sheep stations.
Well then
give it up.
What’s my message?