Day: January 20, 2014

Supermarket Poetry

I.
Market parking lot
Darwinian driving
Someone’s gonna die.

II.
This cart is attached
Clinging brethren? Or Lovers?
I just want some chips.

III.
There is no good place
To stop and ponder — Oh Where
Is the Honey Aisle?

IV.
Your babes toss items
In your cart. You notice not.
Enjoy the Cheetos

V.
Ceaseless endcaps haunt
Those of us who cannot turn
With faulty-wheeled carts.

VI.
I need assistance!
O Frozen Food Assistance!
Leggo My Eggo.

VII.
Her derriere sways
As she ponders toothbrushes.
Coat made of muppet.

VIII.
I am wearing a
Really stupid hat. Who put
Quinoa in my cart?

IX.
Sixty-five minutes
Carry twelve bags at a time.
Shit. Forgot turkey.