i approach one hundred years
every breath aching deathfear
childhood voices roomshadows
uncompleted tasks waft and drip
raining pain with phantom.
I think of one gold banana on a mountain of green on pubbys truck
childlegs hoist and clamor
thrillingest fruit ever
ecstasy sweat satiate blood sweet oppression
sunsaliva oceanrainteeth fleshstomach
pubby screams testa di cavoli i flee
thieving
finally punished with burr in toe
pubbys evening silence.
or am I punished
or do millions die brutally
irrigare le banana
