buttery thigh telescopes

who's cue stang the brain
the water which ran
up the stairs
when the great bowl
of the theater tipped its hat
to the hollow heads
and said
who's husk sang
if where the blood drang sturm
would gall
one must cue again
its eyelash thin titanic
phonography needle
hoopoe upon the pang
where the pongeur
is longer than the tusk