The poem below was written by my longtime friend and aspiring writer, Emil DeAndreis (peep his A-Rod video below). This poem, entitled "Ode to Purple", was inspired by the picture included below. Enjoy.
by Emil DeAndreis
Amongst a cratered mass of dream,
Fixated on its Mother's scent
Are cocooned princes, royalty--
The speckles of His laziness.
The color purple--misty haze
Of mischief and promiscuous,
Voluptuous betrayal of
Morals and codes that don't exist
A million branches reach to find
That heaven's something in their minds,
A truth that withers them to bone
And makes them want to stand alone.
Life can spoil under black soil,
That also births the richest oil--
The color of an endless maze
Of glitter and unanswered questions.
Is the water warm, I ask
Across an ice rinc blue with sleep
Where one snap of a finger can
Amount to tidal waves elsewhere.
Who will swim in the warm lake
Or climb the limbs of this bare tree,
Who will dream and fuck and cry,
And live a life against His will?
A cratered glow perched on our land,
That you can pluck with your own hand
Means we're at war with what is dream
And what we fear we've never seen.
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