Alice and I were in the park in the late afternoon
with the ruins of a thousand BUNNY statues.

“Before” she said, “I was never afraid of anyone
but now I feel animals and insects moving
in my eyes and am always terrified.
Two to three animals would come in a group
and then go away and others come
passing through each other
not animals at all.”

There was a long tree lined boulevard
and on each side grass and more BUNNYS
live ones! hopping on red rubble
and there were bees all in the grass
and they started crossing over us
and ziggerzagging back and forth
and we started to run towards the sun
and the bees were stinging us
they were in our clothes.

Then, I stopped
to see if I could walk
naked among the bees

arms out hovering above the buzz

My hand-breadth of massive seas
humming

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We abandoned sacrifice vents
packed with winged husks

pollen smoke

riding the hum

covered in yellow

“Do not be alarmed!” Alice said,
“We are still going inside
to see the Yak Twins
at the American ESP
Hospital at long last
recover their blood-brows
& besides the authorities
intermittent pissings will by
necessity make me feel
too unmotivated to do
much else—go ahead
and sting me dead
as I am blacking out.”

On the green hilltops in the distance,
you could see the mountain goats circling
around the Yetis who where stretching
each other and their Yaks, preparing
for the second round of tumbling to begin.