Bananas In The Snow

Crossed The Line. Weather’s Fine.

Running From A Dream ─

Ego Got Caught

In The In-Between.

Halfway Up Remembering Hill

Feelings Got Kind Of Chill

Like A Cook In Bed

Eating Frozen

Sourdough Bread.

Then

Brain Steps In

Call It─

Slippery Son Of Sin

And Its Twin.

Heart-Beating Glances

Lots Of Chances.

School Bell Rings

Choir Sings.

When Bullshit Burns

In A Smelly Urn.

And Truth Breaks Wind

While People Hang Low

Like Bananas In The Snow.

H.T. Manogue

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