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