is as throwing
a fork at a banana,
Giving them nicknames
And a narrative and calling
the event a Funeral, for
every banana that's
Never made it out
Sorry I gave
a me- O
as my a
nun A Justyn Huang
goes into the garden andallws for garden
fixes the air conditioning
go east, go west… west is wehre you can be 30 percent sure
lbah blah and itinerary,for a worldclass
ride to spain
ride to spain
die in paris, in vain
That was the best banana of my life.
The skin was thin and brown and weak.
It peeled away, bark off a copper birch.
The flesh was white, light and fluffy
Cotton wool and candyfloss
sweet like candyfloss but I'm glad it was a banana because I don't like too much sugar in the morning
if you were an apple
an orange, a banana,
a peach, a pear
All day you could hang
from a tree limb
And no one would care
Unless they were hungry
I rolled over.
I was asleep, but then.... nothing
Air and emptiness
Darkness laughing in my face
No one there occupying this space
No face to gently smile at,
No soft body to hold onto,
No one person who i know has my back.
I smiled and thought, "how did it end up this way?"
And then i remembered "oh right everyone I've ever cared about lives arbitrarily far away."
See, whenever i meet someone new my brain goes on shuffle with no pause button, tangents fly like seagulls and eagles in every single discussion
My own brain is responsible for the love i lack
So i rolled over the other way, turning my back...
There will be times
when you eat
from a saucepan
banana and peanut butter
with a teaspoon
with a cup of milk
standing by the radiator
because the room isn’t warm enough
because you can’t sleep for thoughts
because you were too tired to leave
to grocery shop but now too hungry to sleep.
I got a cold when I was staying in Paris as a student and found it funny this particular moment. I'd only just arrived and hadn't properly settled into new city but also felt under the weather, but this was me trying to get by when I felt too dizzy for grocery shopping. Chopped banana and peanut butter in a saucepan. Bon appetite. :)
With a snap of my fingers
The fourth wall brakes
In a drop of the lights
I bow for the audience
PSHAW DIM WISENHEIMER GESTALT
YOU ARE A TRIFLE RIPE OF PLATITUDES
It's no coincidence that I love bananas,
what can I say? They're perfectly shaped
for the human mouth. They slide right in,
without any friction.
They taste great, but most of all,
No, I'm not color-blind, just let me explain.
Bananas are fruits,
fruits come from trees,
trees are green,
bananas are green.
Bananas are green.
To EVeryone that says they're just trying to be n9ce
To everyone that says they are just trying to give me construtive criticism
TO Everyone that says that I WILL NEVER GO PLACES
YOU MAY BE RIGHT
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