Previously Published on The Broken City . . .

If De-Elevator Tries to Break You Down

Plug in2 the electric word:  Life.  It means forever,

and that’s a mighty long time to be someone

else’s shell/shadow/strung-out puppet.  Mister,

I have my own hand to shove up some anonymous . . . ask

me where I’m going and I’ll show you a place you’ll never see.

I am a diamond-studded time machine.  Going down? 

Too bad, I’m flying with the purple banana and have no desire

to learn how to drive a truck.  That’s why they call me Dr.

Everything’ll Be Alright.  My medicine is in the wind

and the wine.  It tastes like water if you push B for basement,

but lands you in the back seat of a little red corvette, going up

at a speed that does not know sound is supposed to have a barrier.

*Inspired by “Let’s Go Crazy” by Prince,  Purple Rain, 1984.

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