Grocery aisle on fire

She sings of the lost past
In the distant halls of cups of frowning services
Like a ditch made of fire and tweezers
Too dedicated to be bold
Too in disregard to hold yourself
Grocery aisles on fire
Grocery aisles on fire for her calm noise
In the lost past
Like some opportune closet
Preparing the way for Alexander
And peppered traits
Of scolded memories
Left for her
For her lost past
And your pouring grateful ceremony
Of listless self-agonizing horizon of glory
Memories like jewels on the hungry horizon
Belayed by the front yard
Too close to be pleasant
Too close to be a memory of the day previous
Just one more grocery aisle on fire