by Tomorrow's Man
April 13, 2003
My face is buzzed gently by the Monarch butterfly that almost touches my nose before the swooping robin arches it's blood breast in and makes the Monarch a meal, all this orange and red dance just inches from my eyes, and with a smile I light my cigarette tip orange and chew a finger tip, letting just a tiny drop of red free, becoming an integral part of this tight, new spectrum.