A Supermarket in California!
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What thoughts I have of you tonight
Walt Whitman, Allen Ginsberg
As I scan the parking lot
Of the Walmart in Waukegan
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Two strangers in SUVs met
On that fruited plain
They blew each other away
With their Glocks
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As one they shot; as one staggered
Into their SUVs
As one staggered
Into the local emergency room
As one were arrested
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O Whitman, O Ginsberg! O Walmart Waukegan parking lot!
I stagger beside you, dreaming of the lost America of love
Past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage