I get out of my car
Walk towards the sliding doors
That open to a paradise of food
I pass through to the promised land
Picking up a red basket
The bright lights hit my face
The packages all neatly nestled
Look at me with pleading eyes
Pick me, choose me, take me home
Products gently cradled in my basket
I stop to compare and contrast
Low fat, sugar-free
Fiber!
Moving along, passing this or that
Surrounded by endless choices
Suddenly I stop in the chip isle
And it hits me
The unnaturalness of it all
The fos fluorescent lights
The plastic cradles
The smear of bright colors
The pleading eyes
Slogans of the pre-packaged soul
It’s a brisk February afternoon
And I find myself crying
Alone
In the grocery store

Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate;
Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception;
Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness;

Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall;
Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly?
presumed a northwind that never ******* here;

Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity?
conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops;
Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee;

When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous;
thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination;
how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip;

Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness;
Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty;
Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...

inappropriate laughter from caches

of silence--

contextually disembodied.

weird people weirded out,

the pressing matter of face-economy.

stuck to its numbing anesthetic, the

unnaturalness of skin snubbing skin.

while on friendly terms.