Purpleman

My mood is purple today. A pinch of chilly, a slap of icy rain. The kind of mood you silently curse. When it knocks the sextant from self-worth. My mood is purple today. so, you'll say hello to me first. or there'll be no plastic cordial at all. This purpleness will soon pass...hopefully. Like wind ripples in green whorls of grass. but for now, give me a sliver of more space. Stay clear of my vibrating horn. The one with dried blood in its curl. I'll stay chained to my pen for most of the day. Writing a purplish poem...or three. But when I breech keep it simple... keep it brief. or better yet, just keep it to yourself.