. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Ode to the Supermarket

I used to sell newspaper subscriptions in major retail supermarkets in Colorado. I had to stand behind a little kiosk right in the middle of where everyone needed to walk. I don't think I made very much money but I certainly had plenty of time to write all day.




I've lived my life in the aisles at the supermarket,
walking the linoleum and watching the prices.
For years I've slept soundly under fluorescent lights
and found endless fascination with coin return devices.

I've taken bites out of the conveyor belt at the register
and left feces at the base of the cigarette case.
The floor displays scare me in the dead of night
along with the ground meat mirrors when I catch a glimpse of my face.

I ride the child's train when I can spare a quarter.
I get high on the fragrances in the floral section.
Holiday specials make me vomit.
The smell of the bakery gives me an erection.

When the customers arrive in the day
I follow them and nip at their heels.
By the time they leave with their groceries
they find sadly that I've slashed their wheels.

I've read thousands of labels and ingredients
while doing thousands of laps in the buggies.
I personally own a discount savings card
and have gently impregnated a monkey.

I've cried crocodile tears on the bread aisle
and found peace with myself in the deli.
I've read most every magazine in the store
stuffing each one deep down in my belly.

I've fallen in love with this box shopping place
and can't say that I'll deign ever to leave.
I've licked these floors from corner to corner.
The supermarket is my lifelong dream.

3.27.05

No comments:

Post a Comment