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
to your demise.
Inside the rainbow
inside the rainbow,
a purple cow moos
next to a blue rooster.
A picnic table displays
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!
The Secret of Hair
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.
...Unhinge the Tab Lloyd
This just in: Slick plum purple cow lick
shot in cold blood orange soda pop...
at Rupert’s sex starved rock concert’s
Dance Halls ...As Guardian's angel falls.
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
I did not have the guts to enter this challenge but have thoroughly enjoyed reading the submissions. Kudos to Finder for coming up with this hilariously unique challenge and to the writers that responded. You all inspire me!