banana stickers

i

i tear the stickers from my bananas
as i tear off pieces of my own soul

excesses of wine and bread,
holy communion of the beatnik,
raggedy old soul searchers,
hippies of the streets and bongo cafes,
health enthusiast

"i think i'm killing myself now -
euphoria is a bitch"


ii

sitting out back, smoking
been having cravings for a drink all day
i think i finally conquered them,
so i go inside to have a drink
to celebrate

lonely days, drunken stupor,
walking down lonely and busy streets
(my mind is dying
and i'm dying with it)


iii

i tear the stickers from my bananas
as i tear off pieces of my own soul

broken and tattered
old vagabond of a modern western society shramana!

"i'm stuck inside a bottle,
and i can't get the cork off!
do you have my keys?"

i tear the stickers from my bananas
and the last piece of my soul
lies lonely on the ground
by my feet

4/22/15



Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-24 at 01:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A very interesting piece. the small existential reality of things can initiate thoughts and actions.
2015-05-26



This is extremely good, but it made me very sad. I hope the muse is imaginary or from a time already past. A very emotional poem about a very dark place.
Ashe
2015-05-24