Frank Bana Poems

It would be great and I’d love to see it
Once in this short lifetime
I’d glue onto the cable news
Lie on the sofa and kick off my shoes
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One day I felt the angel's hand
Brushing my cheeks, on a slow train
Watching the long-lived trees pass by
And homeless men out in the rain.
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Police herd the helpless through Landrover doors.
Soldiers mount women like dogs on all fours.
Children bear parents, shot down in the road.
How can the Sun be so terribly cold?
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white blossoms in the air
one more spring in the exile I chose
that becomes addictive to itself
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... taste of a kiss, it lingers, like a syrup
on the edge of lips, like a harsh insight
that burns a slow void, on the fingertips, to depths
unknown at first, in flesh parts of the heart
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Long branches stretched over the driveway
Felled by a summer storm
On the mailbox, a red flag calling
The newspaper late on the ground
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Grey clouds drift diagonal
In the lavish morning sky

Or perhaps some industrial plant
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The heavy clouds build up once more
Accumulating vast array
These clouds turn up the temperature
Building pressure hour by hour
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Whatever happened
To the poets of Uganda?
In the meantime –
We were as perfect as their bones could predict
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Pull back a long way, plant your feet,
Consider Loneliness from afar
Keep steady gaze until he grows familiar.
Your look eases the fear, your unease too
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