“Who killed the pork chops?
What price bananas?
Are you my Angel?”
A Supermarket In California
The Story of my So-called Life
What a flashback looking at you—
Safeway version of Pretty Boy Peter Pan
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
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
So utterly, unabashedly, unashamedly—
Faggoty, Adolescently, Disarmingly Gay!!!
I simply couldn’t believe this incredibly—
Naughty Never Never Land display for me!!!
Actually happening to me this morning—
Shopping at the kitschy schmaltzy Safeway
It was like having a Proustian Flashback—
Infused with Tea & Marmalade Epiphanies
Suddenly outta Nowhere Never-Never Land—
I felt suddenly empowered by the Moment
Sinfully subverting & transgressing the Now—
Flooding the Present with Sodom & Gomorrah
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
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
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!!!
The Case of Peter Pan exquisitely told—
The Impossibility of Chicken Literature!!!
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
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
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?
Posing as a bored pretty-boy chicken—
Loitering in some schmaltzy aisles?
Out of the blue the Gay Muses—
Amusing themselves with smirks & shrugs
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
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!!!
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
Outta sheer boredom & curiosity—
Throwing in some Negative Capability
Almost giving you a gum-job right then—
Right there in the health food section!!!
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!!!