Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
Lonely My Banana
Yellow full and ripe or green with envy.
I've never seen one looking, blue with soul.
Roses shed their petals, white are pearls.
Singing words like this and sweet is prose.
Long and bent, when yellow, squeezed and pulled.
My banana is my song, the night grows short.
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