Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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.

Wow, I feel all dirty, 'n stuff.

Methinks cucumber love is fine for the ladies, when I'm not available.

no, cucumbers are the cleanest of vegetables

I like to slice them and put the over my eyes.

I like cucumbers but only when they kosher dill pickles!!!!
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I like the imagery in this fine poem.