plane poems

heres a poem i wrote recently. i've been keeping an archive for the past two or three years, i'm thinking about going and through it and posting a few of the ones i can tolerate. 

Concorde

A sonic boom propels you forward 

The only craft that had the gall 

I didn’t see the debris 

I’m only metal, after all. 

The future of aviation 

The Atlantic in three hours 

It’s scary, the rush that you feel, 

When you’re faced with that much power 

Giving up is suicide 

Can’t ever stop the climb 

Even if there’s fire inside 

Even if there’s no time

And as the ground impaled me

I couldn’t help but wonder 

In the wake of my peeling sheets of skin 

In the wake of my deadly blunder 

I’m ready to let go now 

Future cutting from the past 

New York seems far away, for once. 

But tell me, 

Wasn’t I fast? 

You asked me to fly, that’s what I did 

As far as my wings would take me 

I hadn’t thought, 

I just hadn’t thought, it would be 200 feet