23:20

Night owls scavenge
breakfast. Or is it lunch?


          Lost track 4,015 wrappers ago.


Estranged, studded youth
shuffle the CD bargain bin like
Sunday afternoon gin.


          No incentive to be satisfied.
 

Career bachelors shop efficiently,
selling their GI tracts to the lowest bidder.
 
Two gigolos walk a breast
intently past the coolers.


          Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.


Denim gazelles graze in the
bulk food, cheeks and pockets pregnant
with the doldrums of small town America.

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David Williams

January 18, 2012 at 3:42 AM

Darryl, don't know about small town America, but I like this well done, thanks for your comment..David

Jancarl Campi

January 17, 2012 at 3:30 PM

A very interesting poem. I once knew a gal name Candy, but her sister Liquoria was so much nicer. ?hanks again for reading my work, Jancarl

Judy Ball

January 17, 2012 at 11:16 AM

Hmmmm Sounds like your spending time outside the local 7/11 I was raised in a small town and like you say, not much to do. A good write. Great imagery and there is a lazy, small town Friday night feel to it. God Bless, JB

Poet Destroyer A

January 16, 2012 at 4:55 PM

Sounds like the alley down the convenient store ... A great hour to owl the night... Super enjoyed..pd

Darryl Davis

January 17, 2012 at 6:23 AM

This is a bit of a ritual for me whenever I return to the US for a visit. One of the first things I do - jet lag and all - is visit the local Walmart. It is invariably at night and roaming the store while observing the "Walmartians" make the whole trip real. ;-)