Short Supermarkets Poems
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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
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
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>
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
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
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
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...
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 .
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