11-12-2025, 01:08 PM
Smells Like Bengay
It happened in Produce
and he'd been dead for thirty years.
He wouldn’t have survived hearing himself
piped over store speakers
while his fans used carts
to support their steps.
I was bagging serranos,
once more young,
stupid, and contagious.
But there wasn’t enough Viagra
to worry about my libido,
or whatever he’s saying.
It happened in Produce
and he'd been dead for thirty years.
He wouldn’t have survived hearing himself
piped over store speakers
while his fans used carts
to support their steps.
I was bagging serranos,
once more young,
stupid, and contagious.
But there wasn’t enough Viagra
to worry about my libido,
or whatever he’s saying.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson