#banana
i keep making banana bread
because i am faced with
free bananas at work
so i bring one home
and enter a cycle
of forgetting it in my bag
remember, then forget it again
until they feel neglected
there's three of them by now
i would never waste food
but there's no patience or faith
that i can make something better
so i make banana bread
and get hit with questions like
is this real
or is this cake?
i sprinkle it with chocolate
and send it on it's way
this is not about
bananas or bread
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:34 AM UTC
A man I know who liked sultanas
In coffee cakes full of bananas
He'd eat two cakes at tea
Sometimes he'd have three
The best cakes were shipped from Havana
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
I wished this bad day would end,
sat for hours in despair.
I felt so lonely —
but you were right over there.
We sit with our egos,
burdened by our pride.
Why can’t we end this —
these feelings we hold inside?
As I sit here dissociating,
in my own soothing bubble,
a banana fly lands on my leg —
it’s coming to cause trouble.
But maybe that wasn’t
the banana fly’s intent;
not here to pester or bite,
just sharing this moment.
Lying on my couch,
I started to feel nice,
knowing the banana fly was there —
a tiny friend in disguise.
The banana fly didn’t judge;
all it did was get my attention.
I forgot what was troubling me —
a pause on irrational reflection.
I found comfort from a banana fly
when I was in despair.
So when you are sad,
and feeling so down,
just know there’s a banana fly
roaming around.
…Though now I might have to **** this **** fly —
it’s fallen in love with my leg hairs.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
Never — not ever! — do we not have
NO MELON, NO LEMON
At the Palindrome Emporium!
WAS IT A CAR OR A CAT I SAW?
WAS IT ELIOT’S TOILET I SAW?
Only at the Palindrome Emporium!
Prices are NEVER ODD, OR EVEN
At the Palindrome Emporium!
EVIL I DID DWELL,
LEWD DID I LIVE
At the Palindrome Emporium!
YO, BANANA BOY
Come save a bunch!
And say hello to
BOB, HANNAH, OTTO, and ANNA!
Your friends at the Palindrome Emporium!
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
Father-craft has been passed down from father to father,
losing and gaining at each slow bequeathing.
Less heavy-handed there, more soft-hearted here
at each generation’s rejection of the disciplines of the past.
So much so that I wonder what's left of the original art
and what we've lost and what we've gained.
This is my food for thought as I feed my daughter
crumbled digestive with mashed banana -
(Perhaps a favourite of mine and my father's.)
- while she grins and chortles, blowing biscuit dust
and spittle bubbles with absolute child-delight.
Food for thought and thanks as I drink in her smile,
wipe my cheek and laugh along, prolonging
the choice perfection of this fathering moment.
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
So perfect on the outside
Unblemished
Façades
That's how we survive
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 8:06 AM UTC
I draw a banana on my leg
Every day
Just so that
Something is constant
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
Newly birthed
Green
Like everything around it
As it matures
It wants to
Stick out
Yellow
But quickly realizes
Its brethren did much the same
All are
Yellow
Now
Saddened, it turns
Black
Moody
Then
Dies
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
Into an abyss
Into a deep hole of ripples
or
a formality of our imagination
Floating in the imagery of a shadow
or
in forms of light
The good or the bad
One can lose sense of self and mobility
When returned from such abyss
Shivering
Hungry
Grieving
No fault of our own
No regret
realizing to only fall for ourselves into the abyss.
Endless self love.
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 8:50 PM UTC
Will you be my Valentines?
No.
Oh, okay.
You rip my heart out of my chest,
Pink ruffles and all,
And crumble it up.
You swish swish swish it into the trash,
You feel so powerful.
It lays there,
Bottom of the barrel,
Crumpled and beat black and blue.
The pink ruffles are now zig zag bright red.
It wheezes out in desperation.
I scramble to the bin,
Trying to scavenge the leftover pieces.
I pick through the trash,
I look ridiculous,
But I can fix this.
My fingers run over broken glass,
Paper, and even banana peels.
I find it,
The last remnants of my beating heart.
It’s still crumbled up,
But this can work.
I start from image.
I steam press it,
Whisper it sweet nothings,
And kiss it back to life.
It beats.
It beats,
It’s beating.
My heart is alive once more.
Will you be my Valentines?
Yes, heart, I will.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
Monkey banana,
Climbing trees and smoking canna
bis, it's bliss, over the abyss.
Monkey banana,
No pants, just bandanna,
Screaming "ooh ooh aah aah"
from inside my cabana.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
On banana flower's *******
Three avaricious bats suckle.
Above, few still circle.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
Casual ***
is like throwing a banana
down a stairwell
which literally means nothing
until the building you're in
starts asking the banana
to climb higher and higher,
now trapped on the rooftop
where bananas get cornered
for spending so long
inside, like
What were you doing there
just renting? Gee
So where do you think the banana's
Gonna go? Yuppp.
It ducking jumped, k? And that's
Why people be slippin'
(Sometimes on banana peels)
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Do you know what a banana said to me today?
Before you judge my taste WHY don't you first peel me.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
You looked outside the window and smiled
"Can you make some jam for us?"
Obliging, you did so
You didn't know what flavor they wanted
So you did every single one
Blueberry, raspberry, banana
A plethora of colors comes into view
You always wanted to be an artist
To embrace the colors you see
A chance to be happy
But you're stuck making jam for them
Forever and always
At least it tastes good
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Absurdity
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
Alive o'cafeteria
Sorry I gave
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
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
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
Just imagine
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
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
I rolled over.
I was asleep, but then.... nothing
Again.
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...
-Neroamee Alucard
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
With a snap of my fingers
The fourth wall brakes
In a drop of the lights
I bow for the audience
Saying goodnight.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
To EVeryone that says they're just trying to be n9ce
NEWS FLASH
YOUR NOT
To everyone that says they are just trying to give me construtive criticism
NEWS FLASH
YOUR WRONG
TO Everyone that says that I WILL NEVER GO PLACES
NEWS FlASH
YOU MAY BE RIGHT
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC