The white sun pierced my eyes. I fisted

The white sun pierced my eyes. I fisted the dirt. My jungle was a key lime green. I could smell the blue of the sky and hear the water slapping the shore. Today I had to

get the kids off to school, do the laundry, clean the house & satisfy my husband all before 8 am. But I didn't do any of those things. Instead, I ran off to Monaco to meet my lover

the Prince impersonator. While the real Prince was on a goodwill trip to Africa my lover used the Prince's tab & we lived the highlife. The gambling debts piled up like dirty laund

y. We laughed and kept laying down the plastic like "there ain't no tomorrow!" The real Prince was due to arrive home tomorrow. We made for the back country in our 4x4 with

out the slightest care in our pretty little heads. Later, much later, when the real Prince had banished all plastic from the realm, we looked back at our happy-go-lucky selves and

realized that being a member of the "new generation" really wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Prince routinely held music sessions at all hours of the night. He made us wear

Black, so I began to buy black and grey. His Purpleness walked around in robes and spread purple fairy dust on the garden. Purple flowers grew! The local TV channel noticed and

stooped to Purple Journalism. They ignited violet upheavals & lavender Lives of the Saints. The stood behind the Purple Rope feigning the right to make distinctions when all along

the lines had been blurred beyond recognition, and they knew it. We all did. So when little green people invaded earth and began the Little Green Press Corps, at first it seemed to