Long Supermarket Poems
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I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions.
Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples.
Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter
flow in a neon moonlight.
A sound system promotes discount cookies.
Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section.
A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes.
In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot, and Tintagel
appear in plastic miniature together with rainbow painted ponies.
Between the crisp covers of Guns & Ammo and Cosmo,
Annales Cambriae, Historia Brittornum,
and the writings of Gildas shimmer in periodic reality.
I should turn the old legends off, but the Kimble audio
keeps me walking with Malory and Tennyson.
In toiletries and cosmetics, I find her.
A teenager shyly laughing as she texts a boy.
My imagination reaches for the forbidden,
a fruit that was fresh this morning –
a thousand years ago.
What fame can do
Parked outside the local supermarket I saw a Rolls Royce
I straighten my shoulder and walked in with dignity.
The staff looked tense like an Imam had visited a church sermon.
Then I saw him, a tall elegant man deeply tanned, I can´t say black
anymore, but my wife comes from Kinshasa.
He walked around the shop looking at things unnerving us,
finally, he bought an apple, ate it on his way to the rolls,
Threw the apple core away entered (open-topped)
And drove away.
The staff was relieved, told me he was a famous actor,
It is not every day such an elevated personality visited our shop.
Far beyond the supermarket workers and the gardeners building their own allotments, the boy soldiers and the coal-miners with dusty lungs, the women helping mould silver bullets for wars and the ministers off with their leather bound Bibles walking through jungles, past the jolly sailor, the fish-wife and the cook. All carrying their little note book.
The blacksmith and the hunter come back again, over the gulf to hunt through the flamey caves, with their knife and the deer.
And somewhere further afield, the star shines bright, the clasp fastens together our tiny pearls, egg to egg through the mother.
A cluster of gemstones rolled, and still rolling, milky marbles on every continent's slant floors, hungry snowballs, gathering photos of diamonds, postcards and jobs, gathering qualifications, silver-grey hairs and snubs, and forgetting, as those who came before us forgot, to bless those who brought us here, who passed us the torch and stepped back. Now we are brighter flames, but not with fire, with the beauty of knowledge.
William (Billy) Avery mailman extraordinaire for ten years
His beautiful loving wife, Irene, Loved beyond this World
I remember the day Billy was skipping down the sidewalks
Hey Billy ,what’s up You seem exuberantly Happy today
After ten years Irene is no longer barren, I’m going to be a father
It’s a Girl ,a gift from heaven , a Princess, a heavenly Angel
This is my daughter, my existence, my future Angel Maria Avery
The whole town watched the proudest Papa carrying his Angel
Door to door ; Here’s your mail this is my daughter Angel Maria
The years went on : Angel an Angel growing in Daddy’s heart
Sweet sixteen, Learner’s Permit in hand “Daddy can I drive?”
How could he say no ; To the Supermarket and right back home
Check your mirrors, adjust your seat , Seatbelt; and let’s go slowly
How am I doing Daddy, suddenly a thud, Daddy I hit a dog, panic
She hit’s the gas instead of the brakes: the oak tree didn’t move
Billy woke up ;something warm running in his eyes; ANGEL
She lay there covered in blood, Her cell phone; 981 Damn
My fingers are to big for these tiny numbers 911 Dispatch
What is Your emergency, My daughter and I have been in an accident
Is she conscious, No: Is she breathing :I don’t know I can’t move my legs
The Ambulance is on the way. ANGEL, ANGEL, A N G E L!!
Inspired by Gareth James Contest "Leave Me Hanging"
pants for watching -
as we wonder around the supermarket
my daughter pushes her own trolley
she's trying to give her brother's shins a wallop
he shouts at her - how dairy
the trolley is confiscated; we look for the extra strong mints
there's a dog in a trolley
looking shell-shocked
we pass the ham
my son talks of hamlet
my daughter, in the trolley; her cheeks scrape against
the frozen food doors
sweet chin music in the fruit aisle
i jump on the melons
in snack limbo
we find the mints and confectionary
we can't find the car
cash and carry blues
a trolley is rolling towards us at 20 mph
we're running out of thyme
He wandered through a local supermarket
checking signs for the products in the many aisles
Whence he came upon a one and only Health Foods sign
does this indicate that all the products in the other aisles are unhealthy?
Unfit to eat. One would think that all food would be healthy
Is it junk filling the body which it then defiles?
There's further ugly lies and deception
claims of much variety
Perhaps eight different bases, sugar cane,flours, dairy, different kinds of meat
Advertising constantly fools our society
Then all this processed junk
ends up inside a plastic packet
Followed by advertising of the plastic contents inside,
on a wasteful glitzy cardboard jacket
So what's the outcome of all this
deceptive processing tom foolery
Body size last thirty years exponential
we're treated in the category of buffoonery
Fifty years ago, extra large
was the largest men's size shirt
The category of extra large now extends to seven
bigger 'round the shoulders and also round the girth
Surely genetics are not claimed to be
the cause of all this explosive change
Is it the "food" plus lack of exercise ?
moves body mass index beyond accepted range
Let's do a bit of study of what some words mean
to the front of market add that little word super
It now just means the market, it's now extra large
not the stuff inside, that's a monster blooper
All the supermarket junk
you consume it at your peril
Be careful what you eat, these corporations
are demonstratively feral
Their time had come, the lovers tryst
They wanted more than a jive and twist
To help them on their lovers way
They tried blue pills… that all I’ll say.
He took the magic pill one night
Hoping that things WOULD grow NOT might
Looking and waiting to see what’s what
What a shame it turned out more like what’s not.
Disappointment cut him to the quick
But she said that’s okay, we’ll still make it
Love they made hour after sweet hour
They even made it in the shower.
Leaving their lovers room behind
They set off home only then to find
The little blue pill had started to work
Its little blue duty it did not shirk.
It was hours later with no lover around
Things still popped up and starting to astound
Standing proud in the supermarket queue
Trouble is it was his thing, his you know who…
He walked past the automatic till machine
That scanned the shopping, them we’ve all seen
His manliness accidentally scanned proudly erect
Trouble is it was then classed as a reject.
© 15/03/2013 ~GG~
WIFE’S DAY
Will guys still be flocking
down to the supermarket
with gloved hands and a mask
hair astrew, wild eyes
the surprise that it’s wife’s day
I mean mother’s day today
Will he shake the box of Russel Stovers
longing to pinch
each lady, find the filling inside?
Will he flutter through the leftover
cards, find one amusing
or overly mushy
or singsongy?
Will his glazed over eyes
dart back and forth
in front of the flower case
a fresh dozen...one’s wilted
will she notice?
Will one with perfectly white teeth
grab two steaks and a bottle of bouquet
bless the barbeque
and grab a superlicious cake?
Or will covid-19 excuse the display
of affection, confuse the confectionary confection,
throw petals to the wind, take a bite
out of mother’s day sails?
As for me I received a simple gift, a coffee cup.
Simple and attractive, my love for coffee
noticed, my love for God —
the saying says it all.
Don’t buy me off
Offer a loving cup
He did!
5/10/2020
the fear
The fear that has no name, it is there, churning away
for no reason, until today when awake
with peace in my heart
I used to be angry with myself, which made me disengage
With life around me, I became morose and bored
to serous, no fun to be around
I used to wake up early, sit by the bed for hours, not
getting anything done, getting up, drinking coffee
Shall I eat a cake or not
I had seen that day at the local supermarket
to elderly gents on holiday, they had bought beer and
looked at ease in their elderliness
That was what I had to do, not pretend to be a pretending youth
But embrace myself, sagging stomach, muscular arm
turned into chopsticks
What the , you silly man, you can write and
express yourself and be fearless of your opinions
With my sanity restored, I slept until eight
I've heard that cantaloupes can't elope
It's against their moral code
And rhubarbs are NOT allowed to argue
I've heard that people sometimes turnip and pea
Not a very classy bunch I must say!
When you give somebody a raspberry it's very rude
Had another good one but it got squashed
Gourd won't let me make fun of his name
Grapes are not allowed to gripe
Bet you're not wild about figs... that figures
If you take a leek in a supermarket
Security will beet you on the melon
When the cashier picks up that yellow fruit
It's okay to say, “that's a nice pear you have there”
If you give a horseradish, they'll spit it back at you
I don't see what they've got to grape about
Okay that one was kinda corny
Cauliflowers are pretty in the spring
Lettuce entertain you
© Jack Ellison 2014