Disillusionment of the Supermarket

Based on Wallace Stevens' poem, Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock. Submitted for my first assessment in Creative Writing at university.

The aisles are haunted,

By zombies and robots.

None are fully awake, some are

Dazed by newborns back at home,

Or clouded by the night before

Or on autopilot during their lunch break.

With thoughts of the warm beds they left,

Not the traffic and homelessness they encountered

Before they all wound up here, together.

Interrogated by the bright bleached light,

Scolded by self service, unexpected items.

Fretting about cutting calories or budgets,

But, here and there, the odour of meat or fish,

Fresh bread and colourful crops

Illuminates the mind to possibilities.