Joey Cloudy online

Queuing Up 

(Observations on kulture in Whole Food Groceries)

For the connoisseurs of dark 

the coffee is gourmet 

chocolate, this is a pilgrimage to Mecca

but there is a darkness here

that is not a roasted bean or confection

a shadow that defies the florescent light

this is a place like any other place

whose in habitants eyes spit muted curses

reiterating me that I do not belong 

here the staff and the neo-hippie patrons

treat me as if I were the metaphysical homeless

that is our uniquely american fate

my bourgeoisie friend love to shop here

my Nuevo rich friends bring me here to eat

otherwise this is just a place next door

to Block Buster this is the place

where Barbie dolls with a pulse stink of patchouli

SUV with a Green Peace bumper sticker driving

radical feminist yoga nazis 

the inhabitants of the Mac-mansions rising up

out of the rubble of the demolished houses 

the old houses on lots that are more valuable 

than the aged wood and brick duplexes 

and two bedroom homes squatting on them

once again standing in front of me in the check out line

in this whole foods grocery store I see a weathered

vintage blonde she is wearing handmade hemp sandals,

a white tank top and a kaki colored shorts 

with the two usual items purchased by single females

on a Friday night; a bottle of chardonnay 

and a single…very large…cucumber.