Bee hive yellow box filled with wax hexagons chirping hay and high planes grass wood wall of clean water green tinted rose bag blows sinister ice song cream con man in clown suit and tie black shoeshine nose drug red dozens on a charcoal stick grill an opisidian head slick eight holes in face the picture non-discript oil scherenschnitte. magnesium A chair the person who sits not there inside bee box. fried eggs corridoras de miel unsweet communion the soul not breaking her stale desert. everyone says, "its a nice day" isnt it? bees cream no answer from old man's rusted face in balloon bees go dizzy as clocks. back hive again to where vacuum cleaner. that sound empties