I moved out of my house

today because the perfume

of death lilies was so pungent that feet

jigged and hands juggled hot cross

bunnies and dyed eggs and scrambled

holy snuffs of spring. Marvelous,

the rabbits quivered, sniffing

overwhelming floral non-scents.

Fabulosity, chicks pissed fussy-like

with the smell of graves wafting round. So

I moved into the parking lot and kept

vigil, breathed the night air

fumed a cigarette, while

inside hares choked on the kitchen floor.