Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Memoirs of a Banana

Men creep around,
take my measure,
denigrate my size,
discuss Freud's theory
about penis envy
in loud voices
ad infinitum.

I ignore them.

Women peel me
with gentle hands.
Swallow me
with warm mouths.
I have given my life
many times
for the love
of a good woman.

Once I starred in a movie.
W.C. Fields.
Mae West.
Lord, that woman
adored me.

That was my finest hour!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

nice and round and poem as fiction ....friction causing is always good; mine you, Yo!...sentiments sash shay and mind the possiable...

inlow wants the "dish" chapbook ...we order this week..

Anonymous said...

As a voracious consumer of these delicious fruit - now fast approaching 75 years old - I can testify to their life-giving properties - and their erotic possibilities!

from The Old Fruit (name witheld to protect the innocent)