8/5/06

[rottenteeth]

Even on the furthest limbs of the night
//shortest buds of the morning//
The incessant banter of the locust
Thickens the violet air.

The way a violent roar
blasting from a lightning bolt in the sky
and folding into giant bowls of thunder
-is a start contrast

To the horizontal straight razor
Made of paper
That slices through the clouds,
That of the insects.