The hook and the loop
Pulling’s all it knows to do
Try me now
Make something new
Sitting in the half light
The fray and the slight

I wait around all day,
I wait around all day

The feathers and the thread
All rot patterns crossed
Feel me now
Penmanship in kitsch as you emboss
The binds true, just too tight
Woven work in resent,
but not quite

I wait around all day,
I wait around all day