Frank Bana Poems

I will spring the closing trap
And jump the disappearing train
Shaking loose the dust of time
And distortions from my brain
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Act One

In the footprints of Mandela
On the ladders of the King
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A cigarette end was thrown from a car window
It smouldered brightly in the road
Another car sped past giving an aura of headlight
Stealing it from the hands of the night
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our great city: magnet dusty
microcosm of worlds expansive
cultures meeting, lovers mating
in its hold of nerves ecstatic
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She builds her pleasant garden
Where the winds are not so strong
The sun sometimes relenting
Becomes her companion
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I saw Leonard Cohen on TV
slightly stooped, shining white hair
dinner jacket, black bow tie
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So Hitler came to power
75 years ago today

so what of it, really?
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As it happens, I suppose
I am not gay, if it matters at all
And hold almost secret and certainly close
Each memory of you - knowing some
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I saw a shooting star, a falling star tonight
All green and gold, a peacock tail
(Perhaps it was a satellite)
Anyway it made a sign
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A slim boy wearing summer clothes
Bare feet like cat's paws on the paving stones
Steps around last night's broken glass
Guitar in hand, heading for the busking site
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