Unbranded #12

Yesterday I lost my shopping

I lost the shopping trolley too

it started when I put the wrong

brand

into the chromium trolley

other shoppers pointed

discussed my suitability

how many points on my

card

was I totally ignorant

did I not understand the poor

inappropriate behaviour

dancing in the aisle of plenty

eating from the love apple

acquiring unencumbered knowledge

that leads me to the other side

of time

where shopping trolleys rest

and shopping is piled like litter

waist high in the river

popping with the indian balsam

rusting with the memory of a

gormley

where branding floats away

to clog the bewildered innocence

of a scatological treatment works

with an irate maintenance man

shouting at youths who know nought

only looking forward to clocking off

taking the short drive home

where he is still in the mire

eats more of it for his meagre meal

waits for the week to end

so he can tread close to his

beloved

at least dance with the memory

and the misremembered times

that lead down heritage road

cobbled but of little use

to an unfaithful unbranded man

who has lost his trolley.