Purple Cats in my Whiskey

Rajesh Sundaram

Purple cats race up to the stratosphere...

and come back like spherical raindrops with green beaks.

I discard the beaks and pour them into my whiskey...heaven

Then Proceed to experiment with my sobriety

lay my brain out on a cold steel tray in my dark laboratory

Grey matter, pickled in a deep green squish of sugar, thought and grime