drug store

there's something about the drug store on a friday night
the lonely ladies buying 10 bars of soap for $3 and cheap cat food
the dreamers with their lottery tickets and oversized condoms
the time killers reading the magazines
the kids crying for chocolate
the cure seekers with $75 skin creams
the bleeders buying tampons
the wet people caught in a freak downpour trying to justify $10 for an umbrella
the health nuts with strange orange glows mulling over protein powders
the crazies looking for a refill
the big shitters with all that toilet paper
the obsessive compulsives with their cleaning products
the diabetics with 10 bottles of soda
and then there's me
fitting into all of it.

a poem

watching the geese migrate. amazed at their flight formation. the sounds of the guns going off.