SUCCULENT SAFEWAY

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“Who killed the pork chops? 

What price bananas? 

Are you my Angel?”

—Allen Ginsberg

A Supermarket In California

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Succulent Safeway!!!—

The Story of my So-called Life

What a flashback looking at you—

Safeway version of Pretty Boy Peter Pan

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I couldn’t help but notice your—

Proverbial fig-leaf in the Meat Department

Peter Pan kid shopping with your—

Busy-body mother and two gimpy sisters

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I couldn’t help but notice Tinkerbell—

Down between your slim legs in the aisle

Gazing wishfully up at your groin—

Tinkerbell fairy dust all over her face

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So utterly, unabashedly, unashamedly—

 Faggoty, Adolescently, Disarmingly Gay!!!

I simply couldn’t believe this incredibly—

Naughty Never Never Land display for me!!!

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Actually happening to me this morning—

Shopping at the kitschy schmaltzy Safeway

It was like having a Proustian Flashback—

Infused with Tea & Marmalade Epiphanies

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Suddenly outta Nowhere Never-Never Land—

I felt suddenly empowered by the  Moment

Sinfully subverting & transgressing the Now—

Flooding the Present with Sodom & Gomorrah

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A Quickie Journey to the Land of Nod—

Sucking me into a Million Other Worlds

Miss Proust added a dab of hash to it—

Her Pipe of Tea and Mexican Marmalade

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Unfolding her lovely Involuntary Memory—

Chapters of her famous Literary Masterpiece

But for me that day in the Safeway Temple—

Struck with millions of Synchronicities

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It was like the Ancient Greek Gods were—

Stooping down to Conquer & Perplex me

I was shocked, simply shocked by it—

Miss Jacqueline Rose haunting me!!!

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The Case of Peter Pan exquisitely told—

The Impossibility of Chicken Literature!!!

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Boyhood Sexuality had always been—

Pretty much Untouchable for me

All the Lost Boys I knew or fell for—

Without a doubt were Monsters of the Id

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All the Big Bad Daddies as well—

And all the closety Captain Hooks

Miss Barrie had gone beyond Miss Freud—

Ditching Oedipus & Electra for Peter Pan

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Miss Barrie is to be blamed entirely for—

My Faggy, perverted Peter Pan Boyhood!!!

Who would've guessed Miss Barrie—

Had come back to haunt me at Safeway?

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Posing as a bored pretty-boy chicken—

Loitering in some schmaltzy aisles?

Out of the blue the Gay Muses—

Amusing themselves with smirks & shrugs

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This new generation of Justin Bieber boyz—

Turning their girlfriends into coy fag-hags

Young teenage Metrosexual Munchkins—

With their built-in Wi-Fi Youtube Gaydar

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Your knowing look checking me out—

I swear you must be Telepathic Tadzio!!!

I’m just a rambling Miss Havisham wreck—

You’re my cute perky wise-ass Pip!!!

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Surely Miss Shakespeare knows the Score—

The world’s a Stage and we’re just Players

TPTB tweak the Text here & there—

Some Oedipus here, some Electra there

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Outta sheer boredom & curiosity—

Throwing in some Negative Capability

Almost giving you a gum-job right then—

Right there in the health food section!!!

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Such a sullen snotty Boss Cupid—

Snickering & strutting your tight cute butt

Looking over your shoulder now & then—

Making sure I’m still checking you out!!!