How Stephen Writes

The prose, at first in normal hues,
Consists of yellows, reds and blues
And similes as pale and wan
As mango trees, the mangoes gone.
But then the turgid waters roil
Like flaccid eggplants when they boil.
The prose turns purple in a flash
Like Prince's hundred-meter dash.
The adverbs all advance like spies.
The metaphors metastasize,
And Volume 2 comes after 1
And Volume 3 before it's done.
A sea of purple to peruse,
Except, of course, those yellow shoes.