Long Chiquita Poems
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My heart runs faster than elevated trains passing by.
It is all because this Spanish sweetheart has caught my eye.
As I walk past the rows of homes in Lower Kensington,
an attractive Hispanic girl has snared my attention.
With olive skin, and long hair as dark as a raven’s wing,
this sweet Chiquita is getting my heart ready to sing.
“A rose is growing in Spanish Harlem”, says Ben E. King.
However, I will stay in Philly to pursue this thing.
I know attractive women are found in a plethora.
There are so many to see here in Philadelphia.
This doll I have just found is now number one on my list.
She looks so sweet. I wonder if she has ever been kissed?
I envision no romantic, grease-splattered engineer
Overseeing the direction of my particular train.
It just follows the course of the tracks laid down
Within the fractal flow of nature’s symmetry.
It curiously transports me from one sad affair to another,
Depending on which Chiquita happens to be turning my head.
My destination has always been inclined to speculation.
I have lived one singular life, but died many lonely deaths along the way.
My travels through this landscape of consciousness and self-awareness
Have often brought me to untimely terminals, via various means of derailment.
There have been lethal infections, and numerous fatal diseases,
An airplane and a helicopter crash, a murder, a head-on collision,
A tragic skydiving mishap, many bad storms at sea,
A life sentence in a Kenyan prison, overdoses from unwise decisions.
I’ve driven off a cliff at dawn and had a cardiac arrest.
But after each deadly incident, I somehow awoke to a better world.
Wrought iron spikes hammered to a hard-driven finish
Hold the rails in place until that one comes loose on the curve.
When my train gets derailed, I just begin again, and yet again,
Recycling intentions, re-establishing severed connections.
Over the years, I’ve come to realize that the final death I'll face
Will only involve some little discomfort, perhaps just a deep, sweet ache.
I can lay to rest whatever fears my unfinished dreams may embrace,
And look forward to greeting a better world when next I awake.
As someone once said, you’ll not appreciate the full extent
Of life’s train wreck till you get far enough away from it.
Then you can take in the whole awe-inspiring picture and say,
Holy ghost and good goddam, that was surely one memorable trip.
Have you any idea how much
Your history affected me?
The boldness of your emblazoned beauty
(both previous and beyond)
Sent chills up and down my spine
Until my stupor turned to song.
What’s wrong
With me and others free, thinking
You’ve got it made. What’s the problem
After all, when all was yesterday?
(Don’t bother me with your righteous thoughts
I’ve given all I can).
O so few seem to realize
How far history’s shadow stands.
Casting light in scattered beams
On those with open eyes;
(In the dark there’s still the spark
Of beauty where blackness lies).
Deep inside your uniquely unequivocal mind
So keen to catch love’s call;
Despite the past you know what lasts
Inside, and share it with us all.
My father told me, "Dana:
In the kitchen is a banana
It's meant for your mother
Not for you, nor any other.
But I was a kid of ruthless ways
A throwback to hunter gatherer days
To those harsh days on the Savannah
When finding a banana was nirvana.
I snuck into the kitchen, I'm sorry to say
I munched the banana, my ethics gave way.
In hindsight there wasn't much hope
I had started down a slippery slope.
Years later I ran an outlaw clan
If you got in our way, you were a dead man
I'd sit there smoking a cheap Havana
Wearing a cowboy hat plus a bandana.
I got rich by taking other people's cash
Until one day an old man told me I was trash
I pulled out my gun, I was real mad
Then I froze; he was my dad.
"Son," he said, "you're plain no good
You took that banana, just because you could
It got worse from there, you slid down the slope
Hannah and I are at the end of our rope."
I thought he was right, I had strayed
So I made amends, a price I paid
Took my ill-gotten gains, gave to my mother Hannah
A lifetime's supply of Chiquita banana!
I went to a priest, confessed to all
Explained my repentance, told of my fall.
But the priest said I didn't understand
Too many past victims, across the land
For what profit it a woman named Hannah
If she gains every single banana
But loses her soul.
I had lost sight of the goal.
You stick to the right no matter how small
The only way to keep standing tall.
I have a dream, I’m not prepared to give up
I trust that you’ll lay all your love on me
I’m ready to go dance for my Fernando
Swing the tango for that’s the name of the game.
I trust that you’ll lay all your love on me
For darling, I’m your dear Dancing Queen
Swing the tango for that’s the name of the game.
And believe me, the winner takes it all.
For darling, I’m your dear Dancing Queen
We dance and thank you for the music,
And believe me, the winner takes it all.
So tell that Chiquita to stay away from me.
We dance and thank you for the music,
I’m ready to go dance for my Fernando
So tell that Chiquitita to stay away from me.
I have a dream, I’m not prepared to give up.
Songs from ABBA
I have a dream
Lay all your love on me
Fernando
The Name of the Game
Dancing Queen
The Winner takes it all
Thank you for the music
Chiquita