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.