Aisles

I changed my routine today

and went to a supermarket, 

on the other side of town.

 

The people were different somehow.

but the aisles were the same. 

 

Seeing the fishing tackle 

and the smell of the new toys,

made me stop. 

 

Hyper thats what they call them 

in france.

sell everything.

 

I remember they looked bigger though

from when i was a boy. 

A lot has happened since then,

and also nothing at all. 

 

There are new parents in the aisles now. 

Men with broken legs, 

and old people that 

might die soon. 

 

I cannot remember the smell 

of raw meat

or the alcohol. 

 

All this 

all these colours 

lines

memories 

it's hard too 

accept 

that

it's real.

 

as it all exists 

 

now.