In These Dark Aisles

Worked the big box
store today, selling,
selling, selling to make

rent, to afford another
breath, to see one more
morning sky.

Feet on fire, back bent
and flaming, old man
hanging on by a raging

highway of the obese
and mostly beaten looking
for deals, carts mountains

of hope, banging into each
other. Tempers flaring,
barking like out on the

roads and why not, nothing
in here’s any good, either,
truth as plain as day.

But, hey, try this health
drink. It’s all natural. I drink it
all the time. And look at me!

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.