Unknown to Herf, in the dark confines of his delivery truck,
the Evol Ghosts were crawling closer to him dragging heavy
bludgeons jerking their crooked thumbs.

For a long time Herf, thought about how best to move the DEAD

& how to accomplish it in a single day.

He felt doomed like a walking starving zombie, or a living hungry
ghost.
He was just a simple barrel bunger.
He could not afford to just mutilate the corpse THIS time.

He no longer wanted to see dancing rats
or listen to singing or watch bull shows
and elephant stampedes or go to his
pleasure gardens and watch the swans
wandering the lily loaded ponds
exhausted and unsatisfied.

Try covering the body with hot glowing coals?
Some kind of crush-proof box?

The ghost hands looked normal.

He said that when you listen
You miss the point of it
of what a DEAD BUNNY says.

You should test the meaning,
to be sure—it is through the brain
upon which the happiness of all people depends
if nothing happens in a year there is no reason why
tailless frogs and toads, the pineal eye
of our common ancestor with a skull three-feet-long

He moved the truck closer to the beach

But the Ghost Hands were not normal.

A lazy good-for-nothing
slept while we all worked on the Beach
so we too started down on the drinking
the more you don’t understand
the more meaning the words will have
or just holding a kite or a dragon
watching the clouds pass by
or then “Suddenly” a skeleton arm
lighting a bomb and then the birds turn white
falling into puffs of powder busting
white out over the fields
then all the creatures caught
on fire when the wind was on fire
deer of fire, lion of fire, monkey of fire, rat of

fire.

For several days I came into the arena as if in mourning.

A notebook on the dock:

We are not able to see anymore
and the belief that all is falling
is a mere consequence
to see this for what it really is
up on the roof looking down
only fools are superstitious
about the sounds that words
and names make where the EVOL
lives in your heart—bringing you fire.

Your sobbing sounds

like your voice

inside my voice.

At the foot of the ramp, Herf was wearing gloves.

Use your compound eye and depend on the pressure
remaining exactly the same on your insides
connected to each other by tube
to feel the truth of it
allowing words to pass back and forth

Putting your hand against absolute cold

What is IT about the inner lives of
un-castrated cats and dogs
notice how we put “suddenly” in quotation
marks to make it stand out.
like a gigantic iron Thundergut
bursting open with molten and ash
a polar shift swamped with memories
living as I do on the edge
of the ring of fire the landing pad
for the divine retribution UFO
if we could just shrink ourselves down.
–

This is when you need to listen deeper
and feel the meaning rather
than knowing the meaning.

I must warn him.