K.B Cook Poems

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Back Alley Bread
I remember well, the visions of mescaline nightmare's
clouding my head, illuminating the light
'tween enlightenment and a street lamp
Leaning shadows of doom,
cling and hang from silver spoons
dripping down the black background
which we call the moonlit sky,
trash cans boom with a symphony tuned rhythm . . .
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The Quebec Queen
The quaint quarters of the Quebec Queen
Was in a query not a quarrel nor a quarry nor a quest.
To quote the Queen
' The quality of quid is in the quantity of quaffing
And the qualification of the quazzy quail.'
Now the quiet quirky quack is quick with a quip
With his quill and his quilt he'll quiver at a . . .
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