Jet Lagged Wal-Mart In Florida

Jet Lagged Wal Mart In Florida short poem

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There are indigenous children in every basket
surly shopping at 10:00 PM as if single parents
have taken refuge from the pounding rain
among the long aisles of cheap goods, undifferentiated
blue-white light. They want to go home
there’s not enough room for everything their father
might want, the raw wire basket polished by thousands
of previous bottoms is welting their American thighs. ‘Just
another watermelon,’ father says, ‘then let’s see about
some oil for that squeaky hinge.’ The carts roll ceaseless
complicated braid-work binding the shoppers with the destinies
of the faceless masses who made the goods to fill the shelves
long squalid hours of condensed heat to produce a gewgaw
that snags an eye during an endless circuit of trekking
gritty linoleum, unhappy children, and tourists –
an anxious distance from home and faced with outfitting
a luxury home with basic necessities, trying to ferret out
salt and pepper, bar soap, standing stunned
in front of an encyclopedia of butter not yet having faced
the impossible excursion to find a single loaf of bread –
sorcery is not a simple matter, it requires time and proper
observance of customs, but not the knowledge of its enactors
so just as the rain has lapsed and the humidity moved in
another crowd of unwitting wizards has arrived to continue the hex

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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ammu sachariah

beautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it.

Shamala Chandran

very vivid descriptions in the poem….well said!