Banana: Love, Andy

A religious protuberance, a monkey’s Marxist
gag. To be eaten, to be peddled,
to be inserted or diagnosed,
a digestible comic device,
precursor to aerial pies
and throwaway wives.
As a word, it teases and amuses,
does not take itself too seriously.
Ba-na-na. Bah. Nah. Naa.
As pop art,
it flirts and models
assumed vanity:
skin of siren-yellow, a husky viscera,
negligeed in black tatters, zealous tip
hinting at its decorous appeal, implying
an androgynous grip on cinema
and Eden.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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