walking slowly, picking along
gazing left to right and back
seeing what the shelves offer
the most enticing at eye level

offering desires unbeknownst
I didn't even know such a thing
what would I do if I had it?
can I even afford the price?

chits of cancerous coupons
hanging, curiously tempting
can I reach out and take it?
would it be all I could afford?

the next isle over I stare
at the myriad of maladies
a far vision to be seen
conditions of every possibility

packaged Parkinson's disease
shiny red cuts and contusions
row upon row of depressions
hung heavy from sagging shelves

and blister packs of viruses
of every color and description
silent strokes hanging overhead
some heartless thrombosis

the little extras for credit
avarice and gluttony on display
arrogance inside the box
bags and bags of despair

and there I stand patiently
at the next isle of the shop
my nose slightly dripping
deals picked, payment at hand

seeming satisfied at choices made
counting items selected and
fingering predisposed containers
waiting in line to check-out

© agoodguy2have 2011-01-27