the wall of insects

from the old farmhouse
I could see
the wall of insects
coming from across the fields
eating up the plains
like a mower plows through a grass field,
not a stalk was left
as they approached
a quarter of a mile away,
then the buzz saw sounds came in clear
the rattling and the racket,
sound effect crews
movie lights
Raider jackets
truck drivers with skull and roses t-shirts
standing around and laughing

go ask alice

she was like the fire
searing moments of electricity
carried in her purse
notes of the underground
writing scribbles in between the pages,
she knew the names of everyone she ever met
making small paintings on paper
swirling kaleidoscopes of thoughts and passion
the day always came when she left,
she took her heart on the road
met strangers
left donations
sat quietly on park benches
watching the days go slowly by,
very late in the day
she often thought she was Alice
loved to say
"go feed your head,"
loved to walk alone
in the forest
bringing back small animal skulls
she found along the way,
left the bones in her yard
drank Absinthe and sugar cubes
with a straw
smoked Cubans and blew smoke rings
out into the fog