THAT PLACE

I remember
When Chula Vista
Was a ghetto town
I used to drive by an
Abandon supermarket
A spooky building
And I fled California
Escaping from
Diseases of the soul
And I found sanctuary
In the evergreens
Millions of steps
Up in the northwest
And now
I earn
My living
In that same
Frightful building
Nowadays it has
A new paint job
And it’s decorated
With charming
Marketing tricks
I am there
Almost every morning
Selling to dying people
Who buy things
Dying people buy
Watching rich
And unfulfilled
Housewife’s
The prosperous
And the poor
The sick
And the young
All of them
Beautiful sad spirits
Heavily carrying
Their abandoned lives.