Song Upon a Crazy Duck

Song Upon a Crazy Duck

you didn't quite like it that I called you

the crazy duck.

well, even now when I think of it,

I get the feeling

that if we were sitting together,

you would suddenly stop being human

and quack!

you explained to me a way

in which they mix apple and ganja,

I found that interesting.

The kiss was almost biryani;

take that from

a mughal with rastafari inclinations.

now let me tell you,

that badge I took from you yesterday,

with the ganja insignia on it,

well, I exchanged it today

for one which says “Legalize it.”

of course I knew you wouldn't mind.

for you, it's feminism.

I call it the postmodern.

probably, it's all postcolonial.

now I see the connection in it all.

someday, maybe you'll see it too.

but do they still compose theories

on angel ducks

who wear male perfumes,

or soft neck evenings

that vanish

in the trail of a jet plane?

White. White. White.

[thanks C. , for your suggestions on some of the lines]