All Aboard, Airhead!
Wide eyed and innocent, she
Circled the posthumous sea
Blamelessly supple, her limbs
were as fluid as the Thames
Guileless as honey, her bones
Glisten upon marble thrones
Exquisite as the finest pearl, she
Glided alongside my quay
Singing like a siren, she
Dreams the dream that I should be
Windswept and underfed, I
Take sustenance before I die.
Blinkered and doubtful, the crew
Throw dice to dictate what they'll do
| Contributors: | Stacy, P, Roland, The Agent Apsley, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd March 1998. |