ghost bees (& then i go to sleep inside a mountain)

my gagets all die in their sleep.
all my data swims towards god.
god is a blinking circut board
& i have no idea how he works.
my cell phone keeps becoming 
a snail when i'm not careful. we are always 
adjacent to the next transformation.
i flicker between pocketwatch & person.
the rain today is going to flood my heart
& i will have to bail water out
with a thimble. i had a dream where 
the water park was overrun with gnats.
we need to lay dead bees to rest or we will have
ghost bees & ghost strawberries & ghost plum trees.
the last thing i need is to be haunted
by another stem. sometimes, i dream of someone
opening all the files on my computer 
after i die. everyone on my facebook feed 
is sharing memories of the their previous lives.
my one friend has a photograph of when 
they were a coal miner in the late 1800s. they had
soot for eyes. in pennsylvania the mountains 
are placeholders for the next strip mall.
the mountains walk their clouds on leashes 
above their heads. i remember the dream now!
we were swimming in the dark for miles 
& i was trying to leave early. our bathing suites 
were all blue. there was no way
to peer into the water. dad was telling me
we had at least another mile to go.
there was a beautiful girl who swam next to me
who i was falling in love with. oh well. 
i am outside of the dream now. 
a video of guinea pigs
marching with carrots in their mouths 
is projected on the mountain's face
& this is disrespectful. where can i find
enough water to sink in. if it snows in may
i will give up along with the daffodils.
what's the point of a season if 
they are all broken glass anyway.
i need a good back massage. am i still
alive? is there a ghost bee 
in my throat, eating my food for me?
that would explain why i am always
dwindling. it would be okay
if it were the bee's fault. it's hard
to be a ghost. all water is just 
ghosts who gave in. i am taking a walk
so long no one will be able to find me.
i am walking steadily inside a mountain
where there are enough throw pillows 
to satify anyone. i will burn them 
to make new dark clouds. i am sending
rain for the farmers & their fields 
of someday corn. a whole hive finds me.
ghost bees frolic across the stone.
i feed them my memories of honey
& they eat & are satified. i eat nothing
until i am a ghost too & i wait to become
a pocketwatch or maybe a yo-yo. who can really know 
what is coming next?