Crafting a sermon of time
Upon a raft of art fine
Trenched in a lane
Best forgotten at the station
Awaiting a turn to board a train
Yet drenched in rain.
Held on a call
Home dialling in a distant
Dared by the cupid dice
Rolling us into lame lane
Dressed as fame of time
Yet in a rag slaying contest.
Drafted!
Chasing bees for a fix
Honey in thoughts
While awaiting a turn
To indulge in forbidden harvest
Heaven Fined.
