Two friends sit on a train.
One has a bunch of bananas.
He sits, peals each banana,
throws the peal out the window,
sprinkles salt on the remaining
firm but ripe banana and
throws that out the window too!
His confused buddy
wonders why he's wasting such
He asks him,
"why are you throwing all your bananas
out the window without eating them?!"
His friend replies,
"I don't like bananas with salt."
I wanted to write a letter
for this girl on the bus,
but all i had to write on
was a banana.
so I wrote:
"when i saw you,
you are the most
spectacularly beautiful thing
i've ever seen
when I saw you."
she ran away.
she didn't touch
You were supposed to be my best friend
But I can’t find you under your skin
[where are you hiding?]
I’ve looked to where the sidewalk ends
I’m afraid to walk around the bend
You used to be the one who loved
Now you’ve disappeared
[invisible to be invincible]
While I’m stuck here fighting
Trying to win you back, but losing
You should have been the one to trust
That I could make it through
[past the thorns and over the bodies]
The past I should have buried
No decisions should have varied
You would have been stronger for me
But now you push me down
[silence can be deadly]
And I’m done fooling around
My feelings have unwound
You could be my one true friend
Though I guess you want it to end
[But I miss your awkward laughter]
Our bonding over obnoxious behavior
I miss you as my anchor
The cold winter nights
used to be for family gatherings
but now that the dates have passed
for these such things
its now a time to spend time with friends
you get most of this special time
it's all for you
we can talk about nothing
but still laugh
as if nothing could end it
happy new year
even though I can't see you
we will laugh again
just like old times
“Spate?” he says, holding the bananas,
“Is that the right word?”
He looks at me, a foreign look,
Eager to absorb my common knowledge,
But I did not understand,
Seven or so bananas sway in the air as he
pulls one with a snap,
“You know?” he queries, shaking the bunch
near my face,
But I did not know,
We ripped the fruits from each other,
And he was becoming more insistent that
I tell him the answer,
“Yes? Spate? You know? How do you say…”
He grabs the last bunch and tears off
a ripe green one,
But I did not know how,
He looks at me, disappointed, and walks away,
I glance down at the banana basket,
And I realize what the curious boy meant,
Hard and smooth,
Like a banana cream pie,
But not as rich.
So playful smooth,
Like liquid laughter,
Like dancing mirth.
The fruit's so different,
Not rich or smooth,
A different taste,
A different love.
This fake banana,
Makes me spin,
Dancing like a child,
So young, so free.