Wharf Rats

Rank duville
M make sauce

in the night make
but hear bumps

not my own
does it imply

if sloping cobbles
reach the sea

by carriage
a lantern's

orphan
sets jaw
to hub

jaw wheels
upholster shark
rabbits

we enter the green pub
all shiny from
illuminated jellypods

the third lowest
orphan lute in it
makes for the oven tower

we fat and bulky lutes
are laid aside
while finer instruments

legs like money
pulled from the sauce
pan

see their strange faces
light up around the edges

strangers
poking around
the wharf

meet
our large
mechanical
snapdragons