Smash

Splinter of wood underneath a nail

Spiked on a tree where hope was pinned



Pining for a moment of even more

It just slipped out there



Harping on the old tune, playing the piping

Suspense on a bridgehead distorting and curving classical angles



Hanging in the slipstream

Is there any movement?

Swaying in the shadows

Could this be my moment?



Novel undertakings clear the place where it all feeds in

Promising tomorrows we shall see what we shall see



Forensic score the final test, borrowing blood the final brief

Quicken to the point express arrival, it's yours today