Supermarket In California

Supermarket In California - Allen Ginsberg

Supermarket In California

What thoughts I have of you tonight

Walt whitman for I walked

Down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self conscious looking

In my hungry fatigue

And shopping for images

I went into the neon

Fruit supermarket

Dreaming of your enumerations

What peaches and what penumbras

Whole families shopping at

Night aisles full of husbands

Wives in the avocados babies in the tomatoes

And you garcí a lorca

What were you doing down by the watermelons

I saw you walt whitman

Childless lonely old grubber poking

Among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys

I heard you asking questions of each

Who killed the pork chops

What price bananas are you my angel

I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you

And followed in my imagination by the store detective

We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy

Tasting artichokes

Possessing every frozen delicacy

And never passing the

Where are we going walt whitman

The doors close in a hour

Which way does your beard point tonight

I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and

Will we walk all night through solitary streets

The trees add shade

To shade lights out in the houses

We'll both be lonely

Will we stroll dreaming of the lost america of love past blue automo

Biles in driveways home to our silent cottage

Ah dear father graybeard

Lonely old courage teacher what america

Did you have when charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a

Smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of