jimmying the cricket of Louise
just south of the ouija’s piccolo
with the mislaid clef of chin
a digit off acclamation
as she arched her back
showing her itty-bitty
the flautist paused mid-score
a scent of whiz probably rosin
chasing mouse through salvation
but the itty-bitty let me down
saving it all for the oboe clown
just south of the ouija’s piccolo








