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Translating Personality in the Parking Lot

When I said I feel like shopping carts, I didn't mean How slick they are, glazed with rain in the cart bank Or the hours they spend overflowing with bounty; I didn't mean how nested they are with the rest,…
Translating Personality in the Parking Lot is the first entry to feature the new theme “Me, Myself and I“. It is one of the many poem entries submitted by David Bankson. Me, Myself and I is all about self-discovery, self-reflection and personal struggles.
Translating Personality in the Parking Lot

When I said I feel like shopping carts, I didn’t mean
How slick they are, glazed with rain in the cart bank
Or the hours they spend overflowing with bounty;
I didn’t mean how nested they are with the rest,
Glinting metal aligned with a golden dawn.

I can’t recall, who invented shopping carts?
Who fumed with volcanos, translated the heart?
Who could become the asymmetry of thought?
Who could roll with hindsight lashed to foresight?
Who am I to equate people with metaphor?

When I said I feel like shopping carts
I meant pushed inside myself.
When I said I feel like shopping carts
I meant I feel, I feel peopled into abstraction
of thoughts to lines, circle to wheel.

Catch David Bankson with his previous entries for the theme Black and Blue:

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