on a slow boat to nowhere
amidst the thunder and the thuds
of boilers and blocks panting evermore
in a halcyon sea, the territorial gulls
shriek their high-pitched sadness as they soar.
and all throughout the gray outline
the groaning of the waves are heard,
as steel slices through the blackish brine
and lonely hearts are stirred.
Copyright © Amante Espejo Jr.