Purple Oasis

Purple Oasis

I

There are thirteen flat screen TVs on the wall screaming celebrity gossip. Volume vibrates my guts and ignites my gasoline temper. Combustion is a distinct possibility. The fallen angel behind the orange counter has purplish eyes; special effects and deep shadows. She looks like a fancy show dog swimming in the middle of the ocean. She’s lost in here; I’m lost in her.

 

II

I’m shattered and sprinkled like glittery ashes on the altar of her lash-bat and lip-bite. Tonight, after eight, when she’s freed from this cage, we will dance in pure strobe light confusion. Nothing is beautiful, when a toothless mother spanks her toddler in the middle of the electronics aisle; but, I have hope that my parched desert mind will soon sip from a purple oasis. The ugliness fades to a background hum.

 

III

Later, as traffic swarms noisily around my pulsating perception, I ponder exotic flowers and fireworks. I hate driving downtown, but I love watching it go by. Before all the noise and shakiness dies, I hope to explode in a bouquet of soft flesh and dark hair. She steps from the shadows and growls a savage love song with her strut. My temporary salvation wears ox blood combat boots with a mustard yellow sundress. Her legs are tattooed with Koi fish and dragons. She looks like a hell of a heaven. I long to burn in her holy flames.  

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Taking us on a vivid journey of seedy transgressions again...where does the line start...I've lost my way but I'd love to go on the ride again. Your one-sided mosaic account flashes in this black and white world...giving sparklers to babies. But never fear my friend...one day that toddler will grow up to beat her teeth back in their mum's mouth.

Now...time to make some sense, maybe. This was yet another amazing account of a day in the life of the average, every day "Joe" living life for its true purpose. Connect and possibly reconnect...or just leave it as a one night stand...with smeared purple eyeshadow. Lovely work as always. You always drag us down deep with you.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Fantastic!

[Kerry O'Connor]

I feel like I've just looked into the mind of an urban socio-path... with no evidence that the girl with purple eyes returns his interest in her, I feel quite alarmed by the last section of the poem. I'm definitely in fear for her safety.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

What an ending to a great perception of the truth around us.

[Apathy To Empathy]

Oh God you write soooooooooo well!! Loved the last sentence:
I long to burn in her holy flames.

SO well written!