SHOPPING CART

Stay with the shopping cart, stay with us
Don't get caught up, don't get lost
In the sea of cereal and juice
Stop shaking the cart, stop driving us nuts
Don't break the eggs or flatten the bread
In the forest of artificial flower arrangements
Space of a day a day of space
Sectioned into tiny eyes of broken glass
In the forest of artificial flower arrangements
They stand there they move only briefly
Those mouths their mouths
Maybe
Someone's mouths
Has to belong to 
The voice a source of noise
Damned grating amusements


"What is that you're wearing?"
"Just threw it on."
"Some would say it certainly looks that way."
"And what would others say?"
"I can't speak for others."
"You only speak for some?"
"Yes, I guess I do.  In fact I've taken it upon myself."
"And how is that working out for you?"
"Don't very much like that question."
"Neither do I as a matter of fact."


Those mouths their mouths
Maybe
Someone's mouths
Has to belong to 
The voice a source of noise
Damned grating amusements


"Like expecting a stranger to start a knock knock joke."
"That very thought entered my mind."
"Just now?  Remarkable."
"No, just the other day last week or last month actually."
"The vest I used to wear when I played in a tragedy with a woman written as a figure of it'll come to me in a minute.  It's funny or tragic how we think we can estimate how long it will take for us to recall something that wants to stay hidden or think we'll hold onto something or someone who we are forgetting as we speak about them."
"You were in a tragedy?  Was it a real relationship or a role you played in a real relationship or a staged relationship you gave your all to make real imagining it to be real with all of your creative imagination?  I couldn't imagine being able to do that or could I?"
"Relationships are a lot of work especially working relationships that turn into relationships then the work becomes more complicated and intensive.  Makes fleshy balloons of you and me and them it either inflates us or deflates us inflating and deflating makes little holes leaks leaking all those harmonies and looks that can never be recreated escaping with claims of holding onto them each word forming white subtitles over winter scenes."
"Is that something you just made up now on this spot or a line from one of the tragedies you got yourself into?"
"Fuck off."
"I thought I saw some larger flatscreens in the next aisle."


In the forest of artificial flower arrangements
Space of a day a day of space
Sectioned into tiny eyes of broken glass
In the forest of artificial flower arrangements

Temper temper easy with that punchbowl.  Awkward sentences forced out to keep back facial gestures that make no sense anymore.  Temper temper easy with that punchbowl.  What a character what characters stupendous stupidity put together for displays of affection withheld searching domains tags for vaginas with just the right pubic topiaries atop the entrance virtually remote enough she is remote enough what about what about these fingers interrupt those fingers interrupt the next letter for another search topiaries atop allergies and curtain calls.



In the forest of artificial flower arrangements

Space of a day a day of space

Sectioned into tiny eyes of broken glass

In the forest of artificial flower arrangements

- Max Stoltenberg