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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Wonderful Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Allen Ginsburg ambushed me<br>The other night<br>In the neon fruit supermarket<br>While I was out perusing for a late night snack<br>He howled at me<br>Till I gave him the light of day<br>And believe me<br>He took every minute of it<br>Down the aisle of chips<br>He followed me<br>And laughed every time I tried to pick one<br>And danced a little jig<br>Wile comparing the Doritos Nacho Cheese<br>To a Hollywood hopeful all decked out in plastic<br>“They all taste great”<br>He said<br>“But in the end they are nothing but junk food” <br>We peeked around the corner<br>To the produce section<br>And witnessed Garcia Lorca<br>Wandering way down by the watermelons<br>Allen Ginsburg whispered to himself<br>“What are you doing down there? ”<br>Intrigued...<br>Curious...<br>Innocent...<br>We took a left turn<br>And high stepped arm in arm<br>Down aisles of hungry men shopping for wishful women<br>And made up prophetic jingles<br>For products yet undiscovered<br>I turned my head for a second<br>And witnessed Carol Sandburg<br>At the end of a long aisle<br>Where over heated workingmen<br>Purchased underpaying jobs<br>He was painting murals on the floor<br>With a mop and bucket full of dirty water form the Chicago River<br>I turned my head back and saw<br>Allen Ginsburg staring transfixed<br>At an old man poking among the meats and eyeing the grocery boys<br>“Who is it? ” I whisper<br>He grabbed my arm<br>“It's him, the childless, lonely, old grubber”<br>“It's Walt Whitman”<br>We followed him as<br>He meandered through<br>The phosphorescent frozen vegetables<br>Whistling whimsically in tune<br>With their mournful warbling<br>As they lay stiffly in their vegetable morgue<br>At the end of the aisle<br>He paused and looked back<br>And for a moment I caught his eye<br>The world warped and disintegrated into an instant<br>I was surrounded by a quiet forest of giant old souls that gently brushed their branches across my mind<br>The peace was profound<br>But so easily shattered by the blink of an eye<br>To my great regret<br>I blinked...<br>And the blathering world slammed back into my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chance+Foreman">Chance Foreman</a><div class=q>
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The other night
In the neon fruit supermarket
While I was out perusing for a late night snack
He howled at me
Till I gave him the light of day
And believe me
He took every minute of it
Down the aisle of chips
He followed..."></div>
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