Ran Into Elvis Jesus And Your Memory At Walmart

Ran Into Elvis Jesus and Your Memory at Walmart

Left toothbrushless  mine pilfered 

along with shampoo,deodorant, razors and other such

found me wasted in Walmart

Thieving Gnomes at the last homeless shelter are my suspects.

His name tag said Elvis Walmart Greeter 

Meeting customers at the starting gate.

Navigating shopping cart jockeys 

cherubs riding shotgun.

My request for location of my items 

He answers Presley style

"Past houseware" 

he Hound Dogged 

lip curled.

Among waffle irons and toasters in an aisle 

devoid of housewife print skirts

Your memory purchased my thoughts. 

Forging past bedding, linen sheets 

how we once tangled and ravaged.

Is that your image disappearing into lingerie?

Jesus on his employee name badge.

Suffering from price tag neurosis.

"Love potion?  We don't sell that vagabundo!"

He growled with picante breath.

You said I could find everything I needed here.

Not even Walmart has what it would take 

to make you love me again.

I hope Target is open!

Judge Santiago Burdon

©2012