The Purple Candy Cane

wake up to the smell of a purple candy cane under my pillow dancing from one ear to the next... I giggle as it tickles and smell pickle endorses upon my skin like a cologne of a sandwich of tasty miracles. I feel the purple rain outside in the barn arena as my eyes shutter and wobble as my alarm goes off I set it on snooze... and look in the cupboard for some booze.. The light turns to grey and the children dance in the purple hay I feel so gay and that;s the case of remembrance in the naked childhood wonderland of candy-land in the room of deference and common thread of how the progressive sense of tomorrows sorrows in the land of chocolate pie in a spy's eye to deliver the timing of yesterdays program and to relate to the side of relations. with the entertainment of realistic line of smelt is to creep upon the life of the living. The question is deferred in the dance of remarkable dance of a purple candy cane.moment of truth reveal a sound of how one is relation and to commonality to the next percentage of the rest to define. may the purple cane haunt you tonight... ,