Poem Draft [sans modifications]

grocery store. deadly. Life. Blocked
Carnivor fest, fast. Feast: Block
I have to eat
We all do
We devour each other
On each isle
Six freeways in 1 lane
Collision–
Sale
Rush
Time, wait
Pass cart
Casket, or basket
Number..
Now serving– eaten
Rush to leave, intersection– more
Wreckage, lively celebration– love
For this, on cards, TVs it’s written in
Sale script– don’t miss

12/31/13