Thursday, October 20, 2016

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? 


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