Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Purple Heaven (For a Prince)
(For a Prince)
I heard he went to Purple Heaven Prince, where it rains purple all day
Where there are purple dinosaurs, enormous with leaping flanks
And tearing teeth plated armor nothing can stand in his way hero of Minnesota
monarch of Paisley Park!
Not even sabre-tooth tigers and all only high fanged
waiting for his bones
Indifferent to morals, hypertrophied saint! Of 1st Ave.
Jehovah Witness, grinning like a skull even President Obama made a call and his rain-drenched super crowed…
Five feet tall cremated with honors faster than a gross hopper can jump (recovered drug addict, alcoholic?)
The dead have been waiting for him gnashing their
He was their loyal captain. Crack his bones to hold him down! Lucifer will release him soon.
#5180 / 4-25-2016
Note: Prince, the Pop Star, from the 1980’s, died Thursday 21-April, 2016 (?), of last week, at the age of 57-years old, it is said, because of the flue, his post-mortem examination has yet to be released. The author used to hang around the 1st Avenue nightclub in the ‘80s, and all the bars thereabouts, writing his poetry, and having it published in the newspaper “Insight” a black newspaper, until they found out he was white and he went to one concert of Prince’s. If there is room in heaven for him, there is room for anybody. For whatever hero statues he holds, I can’t figure it out. We don’t pick out heroes as we used to in the old days that’s for sure.