moogahmbu

moogahmbu

A Poem by Chad Halle

i work at a
super market, though
it isn't very
super. i work
at a grocery
store which employs
plenty of geniuses;
potheads,
crack heads,
alcoholics,
ex-hippies,
hippies,
college kids and
dropouts,
high schoolers,
and others from
the mentally
ill spectrum. the kids in
the deli always ask
me for pot. i saw one
kid wearing this capsule
full of white powder around
his neck and asked him if
that was his crack-cocaine
chain. he said no, that
it was his fathers
ashes; i felt like
an a*****e.
there's
this particular
guy that works up
front who was in
a seriously damaging car
crash
i don't know when. he
smokes and he drinks
and sings and still has
visions. every so
often he asks me
for pot. one day he
said 'moogahmbu' and some
lady asked him what it
meant and how many
languages he spoke. he said
it doesn't mean anything, not
everything needs
a definition, and that he
speaks no languages. it
was decided he was being
modest; he knows french...
but failed each year he took in
high school. at the front i
cashier. i pick up items and i run them
through the scanner and i pick up
items and i run them through
the scanner and i pick up items
and run. it's numbing, it's
numbing and it's mindless. sometimes
i'm lucky and go
outside to collect carriages and
have a smoke. next door there is
a dynamite factory, which holds
plenty of explosives. you can hear
the explosions, you can feel
the explosions. one day when
i was outside this man with
a lazy eye and a lisp and a handle bar
mustache
was telling me
about the bombs and
the weaponry, and
if that place blows, man, we'll all
be gone too. and i
said
'moogahmbu'.

© 2008 Chad Halle


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FAN FREAKING TASTIC.

ok well maybe I think so b/c I too have worked at a grocery store.. last summer .. and my brothers both currently are employed at our local store but still you capture such .. down to freaking earth observations and put it so plainly in words .. this was one of the best I've read though. This was exactly what my store was like... amazingly real accounts

i pick up items and i run them
through the scanner and i pick up
items and i run them through
the scanner and i pick up items
and run. it's numbing, it's
numbing and it's mindless. sometimes
i'm lucky and go
outside to collect carriages and
have a smoke. next door there is
a dynamite factory, which holds
plenty of explosives. you can hear
the explosions, you can feel
the explosions. one day when
i was outside this man with
a lazy eye and a lisp and a handle bar
mustache
was telling me
about the bombs and
the weaponry, and
if that place blows, man, we'll all
be gone too. and i
said
'moogahmbu'.... this was such a great part ... but I also enjoyed the beginning of it "i work at a super market, though it isn't very super" .. .this was just so good.

..and I feel your pain dude.



Posted 16 Years Ago


Shaking my head, I have no words good enough for this work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


You should be getting more reviews for your work....you are like a second Bukowski. Well done!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Chad Halle
Chad Halle

Canton, CT



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I reside in Connecticut; that's where I do things. i like writing things i enjoy reading. i also enjoy rejection letters. i've had the same piece called old-fashioned by one person, and original by a.. more..

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