Sam Silva

During My Wild Twenties

Smooth out my bebop...give me
a soft California sound
like grapes on sweet air
all dark bottle bound
...you Frisco peach!
...you L. A. eclair
on a counter too high
for a child to reach.

My California daydreams
took place in the mental
hygiene approach
to snuffing a roach

the psycho ward
of the clearly insane
where all virgins go
to clean up the brain

to sauce up the nose

with blood and snow

softer joints
much like
a rubber hose!

Sam Silva © 2019