Harmers Oath

abstract descriptive

Nailed panel blindly,
Seeks period for review,
In milieu to the oldest,
Of heart garnering,
Potency and insight,

During the factory gates,
As subtle as raindrops,
Indoors being poured
Through the vents
As the oldest member,

Of the group patents,
A favourite tune Cell,
For the fortnight inherits
The croon tempts the daylight,

Running cracked fingernails
Up door frames in hope
Of joiners gullet
Swallows the rhythm
And spat out,
The blues red now from intent,

Breath slightly aches the passing,
Light crashed into a hollow
Behind your eyes sometime
Open for public display,

But then again a fashion
Ware toned down,
For the summer glutton,
Who reviews?
His weight for the weekend

© Copyright 2006 Kristian Cole

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