Sometimes I untie, and unloose, and unwind the chains.
The large, fluorescent purple comes out to romp.
Oh, my, she plays like a wild moose with nine legs!
She throws words around like the spasmodic fireworks
of stars which dance when you lie in a mountain meadow,
and you overheat in joy with mouth steaming, swallowing
all of the refuse of a god with too much good to go around.
But there were too many collect calls from my lonesome Jack.
Collect call, Carl, will you accept? Nope. Not today.
Not anymore. My buddy Jack Daniels is mute.
He is poison to me now. No more Jack, but wow,
did he ever do a job cooking up the purple lady who plays!
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#1 by Evelyn on March 18, 2011 - 5:33 am
I love the purple lady who plays.
She will defeat the slime.
She will someday!
#2 by Carl on March 18, 2011 - 10:55 pm
We have to let her play once in a while, but she’s not going to beat the slime.
#3 by liv2write2day on March 18, 2011 - 12:24 pm
Brilliant, Carl. You took me right into the mind of someone struggling with alcohol addiction. And I think the color purple was an perfect choice!
#4 by Carl on March 18, 2011 - 10:55 pm
Thanks so much for your comment, Victoria!
#5 by Marian on March 19, 2011 - 8:59 pm
that moose with nine legs is beautiful and stately but scares the hell out of me.
#6 by Carl on March 20, 2011 - 9:01 am
Scares me too! Thanks for your comment!
#7 by Kathy Boles-Turner on March 19, 2011 - 11:31 pm
So very much of that first stanza reminds me of listening to a friend describe his first acid trip 😉
#8 by Carl on March 20, 2011 - 9:07 am
I don’t think my doctors have tested for that…I wonder if someone is spiking my food? 🙂