Delta Supply


the docks ahead are all by choice
we label our heads with the devils voice
cargo entranced in the gunpowders tick
i wish i knew the answers

anchors lifted above the the depths
of a sinking world that all forgets
to breathe the air given to them
fearfully in their cabins

but the books open without a hand
the smoke obeys the very commands
of the one who never ran away
from the wheel of my bridge

i see him in the blimps above
my words dismissed in his gentle nudge
across the stars long forgotten
since a child in other arms

if the drums don’t hear as I take my seat
toss me before the night will cease
i want to hear your waves outstretched
echoed beyond the floors

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem