by Danger_Slater
Black sheep of the fruit bowl.
Phallocentric witching rod of grocery stores
and jungles. Long and slender like the
Finger of God.
The banana sits patiently, never
intruding on my taste buds like an
uncouth strawberry
or that apple-bottomed bitch,
Granny Smith.
Cat’s eye of parfaits and yogurts;
Banana – I sing to thee.
You stretch across
eras in time, connecting man to ape and
back into the sea
like a yellow submarine.
Banana – you are life.
Semi-soft beneath your
calloused skin,
you remind us that we’re all mush in the center.
We’re all made of goo.
You never push,
you ripen, you peel, you slice, you split.
You’re my best friend, banana.
Now I’m going to eat you.
nice beatles song reference and sonic youth album reference “GOO” wow do u masturbate alot????
wow what a fascist site. for a poetry site figured u would not censor comments and poems to see if u should post them or not . you are no worse than fox news. afraid of any ” offensive” or people expressing there view points in their own words and phrases . i thought that was what poetry was about !
Calm down! Fascist? The framework of the free service forces me to approve comments, none of which I have ever rejected, man. Before jumping to conclusions (like Fox news does) don’t assume I’m guilty of censorship. Wow. You are free to never read or submit if you wish. BTW- now that I have approved your comment all future comments will not be moderated. rest easy, my friend.
Can we get back to the issue at hand here people and continue speculating on my masturbatory habits?