#2
Some monkey
“in the business”
(do you know a guy?)
set us up
with bunches of bananas.
Nobody could see
bananas.
He was ahead of his time.
Times change.
This is an inside joke.
(Do you see it?
Did you see it?
What's this nonsense?)
I am asking you
there
to make some sense
of bananas.
It’s something to see.
BUSINESS TRIP
after Sandy Duncan on The Muppet Show
Up high
bananas come in bunches.
One leads to another.
& just one more
will get me there.
There,
space
where
I
never
land.
There’s a different view
up high
bananas come in bunches.
One led to another.
(Where has all
this
gone?)
I am sorry.
I am not here right
now.
I have gone bananas.
I would rather be bananas
to deal with business
then be a monkey
gone
dealing with business.
Business is bananas.
This is why
there is a whole
other business in
side bananas.
Make a deal.
Hit a peel.
The banana
peels back
images
to laugh at.
Sometimes
there is a serious
trip
with the peels
to laugh at?
Spirit rises
then body comes
down.
Slip & fall &
roll out unbroken.
Like nothing happened.
(The likelihood of
this
happening.)
Deal with real.
This is slippery.
To believe
is to be
& to live.
As life is real
& what is real
is what is believed.
Living became a reality
& bananas want me to
believe in my own
reality I have to live in.
I believe in the bananas
because bananas
mean business.
That mellow yellow
in the middle
says greens lead
to darkness.
But that is also just what
they say.
They
always
have some thing
to say.
This
is some
Thing.
(Which a monkey could
decide or decipher.
Would you agree?
For what's agreed
is suited
to travel)
They say
banana peel grins
hide an empty hole
that keeps on growing
craving more.
But where were they
when I needed somebody?
My advice to them
is to mind
their own business.
Besides
a banana
sketch
in one
line
is just
a phase
after all
if not
mine
this is
just
a line.
(The wall is not really there,
but you can see it.
Can you not?)
I have lost track of
time
& it feels great.
I am through feeling sorry for my
Self.
Self.
It is the first time I ever felt that.
I am young again.
Every thing feels
like the first time.
I am beautiful
banana cream pie
one with the sky.
I have lost track of time
& it feels strange.
I feel sorry for myself.
It is the first time I ever felt
that. I am full of rotten holes,
worse than the first time.
I am just another
battered down
deep fried frown.
Hollow
or whole
high
or low
the desert days just desserts
is a daze
losing track of time
of one more
or one less
& the first time I ever felt
that.
Never like the first time.
That is what they say
& it is the only way.
Listen to what they say.
They say the world has gone bananas.
That is only because the world is strictly business.
They are bananas
& that is what they did first.
Made me see how bananas the world is.
Which is exactly what bananas said first.
But what good is any of this business?
Did I really choose which one to believe in?
I am down-&-out.
They are in control.
Nothing is straight anymore.
I'm a curled-up barren mood
with one measly breath
belly aching for more.
(Gone again?
You are talking to yourself.
They are talking.)
It will never be the same.
There is no more
this
time
I am nobody
this
time
I am asking for more
of
This.
Time.
There is nothing.
The world is bananas.
My brain is bananas.
I am a banana.
Mass of mush
just waiting
to get baked
wanting more
trying not to gag
keeping it down
to get up high.
(What is in sight?)
B,
It's too far
out of sight!
Is there any more?
I do not understand
any more.
What's the big deal?
Which is more bananas?
What business is it for me to decide?
I'd rather split.
They say
what's out
is time & space,
which is the same.
The space stole my time
just the same.
The time gave me space
just the same.
Give or take
after a vacation
is it bananas to think
I am still the same
in this time as space?
Bananas will always be the same
when it all slips away
but what will I still
be doing
there
begging
for
some
more
of this
time
as
same
so
me
sometimes
just
here
my mind
is clear
& I remember.
The first time
I can remember.
I can remember.
(You are inside
the joke now.
Does it make you paranoid?)
Remember how it started?
They said
they wanted walls...
I remember.
I remember
being in class
& our teacher
made us watch
a video tape
of a man
in a room
alone
just
eating
a banana
so slowly!
& the video
was super
long
AF!
I looked around
at all my class
mates(?), like
is
she for real?!
This woman,
this "teacher,"
needs to B
put away!
Now,
I remember,
& it makes sense.
I remember
I wanted to live my dream
& for that to be my reality,
but I was too scared
because my reality
they said
was bananas.
YES
I will follow
yellow
all the way
down
its
road
&
I will yell
¡O!
(but mellow)
Fore I'll never understand monkey business,
AND if there is a ban on bananas
that must be a reason why
monkeys climb
up high...
