Cucumber Love
dedicated to the Brahma of San Antonio
Our spliffs are riffed constituents
and every image abounds with smack
and slack every form of quackery
a fog that knows no bounds
till the sounds of the faraway horns
like bird and trane escape their vows of reason.
it's tantamount to treason the way
we take the day and stretch it into the night
The Night of Cucumber Love.
Cucumber Love
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Re: Cucumber Love
I like the imagery in this fine poem.
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