On the Aisle of Cereal
sugar pack boxes and crunch wrapped salt glitter above
the cold flourescent retail super box shine of the floor
the overwhelmed, slightly terrified gleam of her eyes for
just a stranger looking for breakfast food
taints the Kashi bars with acceptance
back in college when i'd sweat paranoid drops
i'd take refuge in the cold comfort of a supermarket
and the sounds of the linoleum and shopping carts
solace amongst the deli meat and boca burgers
ignoring the kid from poetry class in the green hat
in rainy oregon i'd spend early mornings
eating breakfast in the solarium of mr meyer
tried to eat healthy to impress a broad
and hardly slept for a year
but never stole a thing
now in the texas heat
i cant help but believe
that if heaven is a woman's bedroom
then hell is a crowded grocery store
fo' sure
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment