I rented out a Supermarket from a Very confused Manager who Took a painful Month to email back. I rented 2 Smart Car Industrial sized fans. Begged and paid Some theatre arts Students to rig the Walls up like A disco bowling alley. Spice it up with More deep reds and Upsetting, Angry flashing white Strobe lights. Alone at midnight I open the doors Of a grocery store Epileptically seizing Through nightmare Time and space. And lazily lean on My shopping cart. Wander the Aisles at peace In the gentle Wind and colors That make so much Sense. Enjoy holding the Glossy cereal boxes Sparkling, Glazed in the gentle Red light. Checkout with a Blindfolded cashier, And pick at a Bag of chips Open For the car ride home.
*This poem is about my deep love of/obsession with supermarkets, gentle breezes, flashing lights, and creepy red emergency lighting. I wrote it because it sounds like the ultimate meditative experience for me. To stumble around a supermarket, shopping, with the flashing lights and emergency lighting. Seeing all the brands and fun colors I like, distorted a little, glistening like streets after a rain.
If anyone is ever looking for an involved Christmas gift for me I would take this over even the most expensive spa treatment.