salute to my tastes as a younger man
I've been doing some cleaning and have spent a great deal of time organizing photos this weekend. Most of them from the 90's, although there are several from previous to that time. They fill most of an old army foot-locker that belong to my Dad. He brought it back from Korea.
I have been dreading this task for all the memories it stirs up. Thankfully, it has not been as bad as I feared. There have been many laughs, ok there have been a couple episodes of crying.
There were a couple curious pieces mixed in. One of them this poem. I do not know who wrote it, I originally heard it on a tape from Satyricon, a punk club up in Portland, OR. At some point my ex wrote down the poem because I liked it so much then. I have attempted to find out who the author is without success. So the format it my own.
A slight warning, the poem is explicit. The more sensitive of readers should probably skip it.
I go into the store and buy one.
It is surprising how much a banana
Feels like a cock in your fingers,
Smooth curved, wonderfully shaped, hot yellow looking.
No wonder bananas are the most popular fruit
In America’s supermarkets. When I peel it back
That white, dick-shaped head invites my lips
To deep throat all seven or eight inches.
You could practice sucking cock on a banana,
No one looking, stroking its sweet firm form,
In and out, back and forth. Geez, I recommend it!
And then you toss away the peeling,
Like a used condom, sauntering up the street
Satisfied deep inside, sugar on your lips, forming a smile.
Red shinny apples look like balls, and
Sleek bananases are penises, pasted out fruity to grade school kids.
The first love lesson in life is the best,
Bananas.
Safe Sex.
I have been dreading this task for all the memories it stirs up. Thankfully, it has not been as bad as I feared. There have been many laughs, ok there have been a couple episodes of crying.
There were a couple curious pieces mixed in. One of them this poem. I do not know who wrote it, I originally heard it on a tape from Satyricon, a punk club up in Portland, OR. At some point my ex wrote down the poem because I liked it so much then. I have attempted to find out who the author is without success. So the format it my own.
A slight warning, the poem is explicit. The more sensitive of readers should probably skip it.
I go into the store and buy one.
It is surprising how much a banana
Feels like a cock in your fingers,
Smooth curved, wonderfully shaped, hot yellow looking.
No wonder bananas are the most popular fruit
In America’s supermarkets. When I peel it back
That white, dick-shaped head invites my lips
To deep throat all seven or eight inches.
You could practice sucking cock on a banana,
No one looking, stroking its sweet firm form,
In and out, back and forth. Geez, I recommend it!
And then you toss away the peeling,
Like a used condom, sauntering up the street
Satisfied deep inside, sugar on your lips, forming a smile.
Red shinny apples look like balls, and
Sleek bananases are penises, pasted out fruity to grade school kids.
The first love lesson in life is the best,
Bananas.
Safe Sex.