God Is A Skylight (for Sam Walton)

… roving temple-sized carts, too heavy to even push …

Absurdly excessive excessiveness, drugged with savings
individually wrapped and wrapped again
halogen gods shine upon citizen members
crazed and plodding, uncritical, unbargained for jogging suits
willing to stretch and hide
roving temple-sized carts, too heavy to even push
weighing more than a pyramid block

“Oh my heart, I think it’s stopped”
“Pick my ass up off the floor, there Johnson”

Lost, yet still pushing on through
is it worth it, is it heavy?
is it Baghdad, is it Rome?

Palletized garlic, odorless and packaged for disaster
forty pounds of goldfish shrapnel
pre-flatulented bluejeans and bulked-up allergy relief

The future weeps for us and we laugh
clipping our toenails at the dinner table
food an astronaut wouldn’t eat

Ernest Hemingway, resurrected in his cap and beard
plopped in line, dazed behind his cart
member, cart
slaughterhouse whacker

The balding damned moan and wail
shove another hot dog in that mouth, Mr. Gatsby
the green light only means “go!”

  One thought on “God Is A Skylight (for Sam Walton)

    November 29, 2008 at 7:39 pm

    Mmm…”goldfish shrapnel”

    • January 2, 2009 at 6:45 pm

      Look out, it’s a Pepperidge Farm bomb!

  2. jdhays
    November 29, 2008 at 8:10 pm


    • January 2, 2009 at 6:46 pm

      Thanks, I call ’em like I see ’em….

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