The Porsche Series

I.  Porsche falls in Love

Someone had finally made it all the way

through the funny video game she had created

across the make-believe moat to her 

bubblegum castle that many had tried

to swim before but had only been gobbled

up by their own psychedelic crocodiles or 

drowned by the swirl of whirlpools 

that really were nothing but chocolate 

ice cream in the bottom of her cut glass bowl.

There had never before been a prince 

that knew for sure that his white horse 

was made only of marshmallows and that

to get across the moat would only involve 

blowing bubbles into vodka and drinking

fresh squeezed lemonade and allowing 

that same breeze that carried her laughter 

to carry him too and now he had just simply 

arrived riding on the tip of a fountain pen -

and the castle walls suddenly morphed into

a big bouncy Zeppelin that carried them both

away across the fields and cities that at night

resembled only tiny boxes filled with jewels

that played songs when you lifted the lid

to reveal tiny ballerinas lost in the joy of a spin.