My dear friend, The Voice of Sanity, suggested that I post this…..there is a yellow connection, I suppose…..
The Delight of Writing on a Banana Skin with a Ball Point Pen
Feel that tiny metal ball
and the skin yielding to it, making dark lines, not of ink.
The texture of each letter wholly satisfying.
Making those lines, those marks identifying you.
Has everyone who left a banana felt this core ecstasy,
this daily sensual pleasure?
The bananas pile high in the bowl.
And later these skins will be discarded like old slippers,
browned and untouchable.
Whoever it was that invented the curved plastic banana holder missed the point……