Love Poem: On The Road Again

On The Road Again

Two of us on a sixties hippie trip to see if our gears would slip or mesh innocent but wary yet wide-eyed to the Imperial city of Marrakech she perfumed with patchouli me I traveled totally tie-dyed all around was peace and love we teamed to a tee and seemed a fit the perfect hand in glove but not long later it was deemed as it was commonplace to see in the medina not strapped for cash kif from the Rif sellers in the souk smoking hash the country lacked law and order no sooner said than escorted back to Ceuta across the border funny now in retrospect but not then how when we blew out on the Sirocco tho' we hadn't gone so far as the kasbah or bazaar were deported without ceremony from Morocco