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A Banana

I’ve been working with our awesome Bradgate Writers Group here in Leicester, and last night  we had a Showcase Smoothie  event to perform  work, and celebrate with other local groups the “Healthy Culture” art and sounds project and accompanying  book of art, lyrics and poetry, which is all themed around the promotion of healthy living.

With this in mind, I wrote this poem to perform there.  It’s a fun one to read out loud so I hope to record it soon.

A Banana

No oil tycoon has ever said
that the secret
to his dubious success
Was gorging upon
millionaire’s shortbread.

The artist Andy Warhol,
meanwhile,
got his factory lackies
to screen-print the hip, unzippable thing
until it ripened in the limelight
emerging
yellow and famous.

You could find life,
in all it’s lightness
by peering through a donut ring,
But there’s mystery within banana skin
In silent contemplation
between a sandwich.

Devoured nimbly in bites
left for a passerby to slip,
if you’re in the mood for passe slapstick,
choose it over a pie with cream

Don’t follow the example of Homer Simpson’s D’oh! worship,
let’s be braver, less toothless
with the dish and spoon’s next heap

The banana is for you,
it will be waiting when you’re ready
it’s inner-sanctum pale,
self-contained
and energetic

in a steady sea of porridge,
where there’s oats
there’s a new morning.

when a banana sits harmoniously,
gently rocking
backwards, forwards
in a boat of its own body.

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Peach

You’ve an old stone
to discard,
from the tilting bridge,
within uncertain distance of
an English windmill.

A stone that rolled around a tinted bowl,
imitative of Art Nouveau,
with yellow and sun-blown glass,

and a planet,
foolishly in orbit,
occupying
a clockface with work

with the tick of a carriage’s two o’clock horses,
arriving down a cobbled path,
to rest
outside a lodging house
of pebbles and pulp.

You’ve a heart to regain
for your still life,
a dimming shade of pencil line,
that rasps for spirit, however it is made known,
or an industrial clause,
finite as a life;
punctuation not given to blinking.

The fruit still tells of
time in storage,
unable to wrinkle plastic peach skin
when the news that morning
ticks officiously along
the bottom of the Sanyo flat-screen.