Bananas After Dark
The trials of one’s century
all packed.
Okay,
drive the road and the moon.
Marbled tonic
drinks the crowd.
Walk the air.
Rotate its salty valve
in liplike hands.
Promise to insanity
your exclusive love.
Make the mistake
(This poem appears in Thin Air, Spring 2012)
Les, Thanks for sending! Glad to see that you’re continuing to cast doubt on whether we live in the “real” world. In China, near Great Wall, I saw a sign in the men’s room above the urinals: Please Stand Close to the Center of Civilization. Alan
Where would poetry be without mistranslation?
Cheers,
Les
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