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