A Few Small Poems (can I know that?)

Every time we exhale

we return to the sky.

When we inhale, the

sky comes into us.

That's because I'm 

listening to Vangelis

with a banana in my 

ear...."I was listening

to Vangelis and all I

got was this lousy

banana in my ear."

....which sums up 

every conversation

I ever had.

Ripe limes falling down

like tennis balls.

Have I always been here, or,

have I merely been here before?