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Thrift Shop Foreshadowing
Thrift Store Foreshadowing by Odin Roark Inventory of past life inventories Poised in dress-parade attention Obliging his obligatory inspection, Seeking the suit that would fit him well, Avoiding the over-priced, Cleaned and pressed, Yet with frayed collar conspiracy Luridly foisting their prominence Beneath overhead fluorescents. About the store, Bathed in mist-like dust mites and hidden cobwebs, Dummies dressed in street-window conceit, Stood like Nutcracker soldiers Their Mona Lisa eyes tracking his every move. As rickety fans stirred the summer’s air, Racks of faded dresses sashayed to and fro from hangers, Not knowing he was of manly preference, Even though… Racks of shirts and ties waved As he hurriedly sought an exit. Dead men’s boots and shoes vied for his attention, As sweat-stained Stetsons rolled along the floor, Chasing him back to his slumber, Where his time to wake meant quashing the noisy Big Boy alarm, Following his ritual of shit, shower and shave, And the daily venture into the real world of fear. Sadly… His analyst, the only known confidant, gave little credence to the dream, Until having to identify his still body at the morgue, Her doubt developed a bit more dream consciousness, Insomnia becoming her constant companion.
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