bought whipping cream
for my coffee to uplift its taste
but the next day the cream got thick
and I rescued it by 'pouring' it over left over oats
I had left in a plastic container
left from a big bag that I fed to the birds
who would not eat them and deer probably ate them
My fridgeless life
turns all eating rituals
towards the garden of some fresh vegetables
and fruit juices
yes I bought a strawberry cake from a chemistry factory
a sort of companion to the whipping cream's
chemical stabilizers
thought that when I was in Europe...
I ate strawberry cake fresh in the cafe or from the bakery
every day for lunch,
a cake lunch with 'real' whipping cream
knowing full well that other countries
know nothing of my desires, appetites
loves and likes
so people here buy, eat, digest the same stuff
I've seen in the stores last century before free trade
just like when I moved from country to country
from province to province
people talk the same
the same meanings that force themselves upon them
and any new interpretation of meaning
would only subvert their freely chosen subjugation
to their home-made fantasies
and their defense of beloved domination by authorities
they would not know their name of
and then, without TV
I no longer notice scripted people
suffering from under some tyranny of concepts
or any difference between the size of their medicine chest
or the contents of their library
since they all have short hair
short as their lawn's grass
I opine their diet is just as conform
as their opinions dreams
that give them succor and sustenance