A wonky smudge
come sun or sodden trudge,
we're off-plumb on purpose
judge not lest ye be fudge.


& a head stuffed with dust
in the land of things & fluff,
slow worms are in fact limbless lizards
in odd we trust & it's never enough.


(so)


Uninsert the time & date
& stay unperturbed of rhymes & wraiths,
as all of these tea cups are storm proof as standard
but our rust contains traces of gate...