If you come upon

a purple cow

feed it a blood orange

here and now

and then a starved rock will awake

an angel falls

the whole earth shakes.

My mother told me

of these things

she saw and felt

and our phone rings

her floor is covered in a flood

she's scrubbing it

she thinks its blood.

The things you see

not always there

at a glance

or even stare

they disappear before your eyes

dancing thoughts

to your demise.

Somewhere

inside the rainbow,

a purple cow moos

next to a blue rooster.

A picnic table displays

nine bananas,

blood orange juice,

and tequila with lime.

A starved rock wishes

to ripple in a stream.

An angel falls

into my dream.

My madness is like a delusion

one where my brain is a starved rock

and I am the intrusion

It's as if my sanity has been put on lock

and my thoughts won't stop

it's blood orange sunshine and purple cows

it's lizards dancing on the table top

I'm going somewhere of that I'm sure

Like an angel falls from heaven

It's a descent into madness that I must endure

The angel falls,

Her engine stalls

She sinks like a starved rock.

With blood orange hair

And nary a care

She took a quick look to take stock

Her wings were now tattered

The feathers all scattered

Skin mottled like purple cow

But she still tried again

In spite of the pain

See how she’s flying now!

There once was a girl with really big hair,

who harbored a cow and a secret affair.

“That’s why her hair is so big,” people surmised,

“It holds so many secrets; blood orange, surprise.”

And so the girl with the purple cow went,

about her days, in total silence.

Those secrets were drowning her, pulling her down.

Like starved rocks, sinking her to the ground.

But her biggest secret was this, and a secret indeed:

She was a fallen angel, with an agenda received.

So what happens when an angel falls?

Their blissful secrets become the devils in us all.

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a hill adorned with purple cows

sun shifting through the maple boughs

an evening sky of fierce blood orange

not quite home but not quite foreign

a stream that flows through air-starved rock

the sound seems to turn back the clock

to days spent by angelic falls

a world away yet still it calls

I narrowed my eyes,looked ahead to see,

people bathed in red-hot agony.

Valiant soldiers howled and roared,

and above,feasting vultures soared.

Civilian land was reduced to rubble,

with hurt animals and a cow bruised purple.

Among starved rocks,animals scurried to find a haven,

as mothers yelled at children to hasten

Blood-orange sun then dipped,

a beat their hearts did skip,

for they knew it’s when the angel falls,

when bloody violence and destruction calls.

Men and kids tried to find a shelter,

and from heat of fear,they did swelter.

So,you ask,how this ends?

with a bloody welter,full of friends.

short walk to the wharf

sunset behind marquee lights

sky turns blood orange

perfect place to stand

the starved rock of a blues man

vibrates through the crowd

patrons of music

show purple cow reverence

to this true genius

venue still buzzing

silence sweeps across the stage

our dark angel falls