Strange Orchestras

Saw a face in a conical of lace, it was a strange

orchestra

Mannikin skin pounding on a bass-drum, strange orchestra

Lilliputian, evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf

harp

He lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of

moleskin

A big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to Lilliput

The ensemble make a tiny rumble, the celloist solos

The sky blackens and the bass string slackens and they

stand statuesquely

Then they giggle and they wiggle through the door in the

big dark oak tree