Arrived. What will I see today in this maze?
As I turn into 'soap powder row', as I call it
Last week I called it 'domestos lane'
Right cheeks, left cheeks all staring
at filled shelves, depleting bank accounts.
Temptation around every bend, bargains
two for ones, three for ones, sell by dates.
Confused, abused by crashing carts, robbed
per litre, per gram, per kilo, pears over ripe.
The lady with the calculator, calculating
the cost per gram, of the Italian Parma ham.
I swear the asylum has been emptied, all here
Bank holiday appetites, the resurrection, stock up.
The second coming, it's obvious, must be at hand.
Arrive at the checkout, at least twenty in the queue.
Piled up trolleys waiting to hear that continuing blip
I almost flatlined as I was handed my final bill.
More cash to the charity who packed my 5p bags
Pushed my trolley through the chattering crowds.
Fresh air at last in the car park? Out of the Zoo
How time has past, I'm reminded, there on display
A sixty pound parking ticket, 'have a nice day'
Douglas McClarty April 2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem