by Martin Cooke
Squeeze me
Your banana
Out pops the pip
The similarities are uncanny
Yellow skin
Acid v alkaline
Burglars don’t have fingerprints
At the banana factory
A lemon entry dear Watson
A lemon entry!
We heal wounds
Turn scars invisible
Like a spy trick
In 1940’s occupied no man’s land
Sending enigmatic love letters
Like paper aeroplanes
Over the iron wall
Bombing hearts with wishes
For a beautiful death
Catatonic waxy lemon
Are you made of Lenin
Tying together the East and west
Like the dude’s carpet
In big Lebowski
How can anyone be so waxy
And abideth
Drippingly
Bitter but not vindictive
Good for English pancakes
Anti Atlantic Apple
Bananas and lemons
Curvy and caustic
My boomerang won’t come back
I can put you on my chips and fish
In case of a crisis
Gaffer tape me to Titmonning
Moscow is too big
There should be plantations
Thick as street lamps
Our peel rains down
Like ticker tape on
A parade of one
Chewing a bus ticket
On double deckers in Donnie
Imagining lemon fields
Where cities collide
On beds of straw
And golden skies
Double bent with laughing
Crease themselves all day
Until they are blue in the face.
04/01/22