Notes on a Scene

Underneath the stage, I listen to the actors,
but their voices are muffins.
Muffin batter spills out of their mouths
as they try to speak.

Before me, I saw mountains and fourteen suns.
They were chilly like ice,
glazed link the icing over the cupcakes on stage.
It's still in front of me.

An electric bee, crucified, lies down on my left,
and next to it a circle.
Their wooden friends are worried about them;
The box watches them.

A cat and a crowd are busy like bees around me,
and the turtle, red, sits behind.
A bear and a bearcat interact also,
here underneath the stage.