Thursday, February 28, 2008

Pick a line, any line...

The cruiseship intact
when found on the sea bed
just lonely and waiting
some windows seemed steamed

The log that had entered
her bow still protruding
would never be thought
to make her go down

Advertisements did claim
this was her maiden voyage
but the log did not care
as it forcefully did ram

As the hole was widened
and saltiness rushed in
the creaking and moaning
proved her floating was done

Now all that is left
is a shell of its past, she has sailed
her last trip, now an unneeded piece
of the puzzle called "fleet"

1 comment:

paisley said...

brilliant... in a delusional erotic sort of way........