• Luxuriant dusk splattered
    With the livid,
    Heliotrope,
    Hues
    Of mauve and mulberry

    An alabastrine moon
    In all of its sour splendor...

    It is the eye.

    The shadows cast by clouds
    And blackened vegetation
    Burn.

    Lightning bugs flicker
    In the umbrage,
    Communicating,
    Or whatever it is they do.

    Lilting laughter
    Is eerily present.

    And the sky grins,
    A twisted,
    Brooding
    Grin
    Of turgid,
    Amaranthine
    Teeth.