Funky banana peel slide, neon jungle midnight ride

Sweet saxophone moonlight, dripping silver on the tide

Bruise-blue horn blows low, makes the mango shadows sway

We’re ripe, we’re wrong, we’re glowing strong, gonna mash the break of day

Monkey-star tambourine, clapping coconuts in time

Spine snaps like a zipper, juice runs down the rhyme

So peel me, feel me, steal me higher—banana-boogie fire

Till the groove goes brown and sweet and round, and the dawn says “you’re expired.”

It took a long time

to walk through the smoke of every broken line,

to feel the night let go of my skin,

to let the saxophone say what I kept hidin’.

It took a long time

to trust the air, to breathe without your name,

to hear the city sigh and not reply,

to find the blue inside the flame.

Now every note bends where your memory lay,

a slow bleed of silver at the break of day;

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