Short Supermarkets Poems

Supermarkets are dying fast
Home delivery is now in the forecast
Delivery no charge
Changes seem hard
But markets will compete as in times past...

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Do you know why us guys have happy faces
Beer is for sale in supermarkets, good gracious
Here in Ontario
A bit backward I know
Even grandmas can get blotto and walk around aimless...

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What will we look like 300 years from now
With the progress being made, will we still be around
Supermarkets will be teeming
There'll be bashings and beanings
Everyone wanting their share of leaves by the pound>center>...

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Supermarkets stay open
   The corner grocer can't
His plans, hopes and dreams
   All crushed like an ant's

Big box retail has income from selling its wares
   As the little guy quietly tears out his hair
His door must stay closed; those are the rules --
   of free enterprise in the land of the cruel...

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Women’s wombs, I guess
have run short of materials
beautiful babies are not born
paintings, fittings are after birth
Inventors paint and finish
things pregnant mothers miss
beauty made by machines
and bought in supermarkets
repair shortfalls and damages
to create beautiful adult babies
so artificial and ordinary...

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Service, service with a smile
  nary a howl or a scowl
    At gas stations, supermarkets
    at restaurants across the land 
  America's Service was its #1 brand

  Then came self-service gas, big box 
    and supermarket self-check-outs ... 
  'Service,' a quaint notion from days of yore
    gasping for breath ~
    a whale washed up on shore...

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Three stars to the dream pierce
and I find you sitting there,
forlorn
absorbed
and lost in sickle thoughts
I rush to metal supermarkets
and bring you gifts of spirit,
paper roses
lead balloons
and melted ice in buckets
You laugh like rivers bubbling
over stones and odd appendages,
snapping,
pulling
yourself right out of silver dreams
I hold your hand in transit
from three stars to nowhere really
alone
with you
as we're half way now to sleep......

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Check points 

If you want to check a nation 
How much slobs are they 
Do not go to their malls or supermarkets 
Go straight to a public toilet of a town 

If you want to see the race of women 
How sophisticated are they 
Do not go to their drawing room or at dining table 
Go straight to the kitchen and see the sink 

Do you want to check a race, 
And see how intelligent are they? 
Do not take into account their concrete buildings 
Take account the poems they have written ....

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Past the bodegas 
the House of Sages 
    Past the children playing 
in the yard 
Past the drugstore 
     chains
Past the basketball 
hoops - - which remind 
    me 
of a class at Brooklyn College 
Past the ice cream trucks 
   and the kosher bakery 
Past the supermarkets 
   Hearing people 
discuss old politics 
   I head to my home 
The Lower East Side 
    seeing my friends, avoiding my enemies 
   Looking for peace - as night falls  
        on Losaida - my home on the Lower East Side...

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