the dog next to me in line at K-mart was a Pitbull
The lady behind the counter gave her mean looks so slow
I was horrified when she told me what kind of dog it was
The pouch was rather plain, had no fur, hair or fuzz.
I am terrified of them, but we have to allow them in.
If they have a sign that says it is a service dog, said Jenn.
I knew her name from her badge, she had frizzy red hair.
She nearly went insane when the next service animal was a bear.
One needn't be a Trump fan to
marvel at the sales persona in
the D.T. man..
Looming criminal charges don't seem
to matter as the marketing of his name
just keeps his wallet growing fatter..
It' similar to Martha Stewart and the
K mart plan.
People kept buying her products and
her name became a brand.
If Americans would stop buying his product and
to his rally's flock.
All the stores would have to hold sales
and admit they had overstocked..
The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted,
we swooned and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.
Sears and Roebuck,
Monkey Wards
JC Penny’s,
Macy’s, Mattingly’s, K-mart.
Our wish list grew long
more than one sheet could hold
tears welled up with each toy crossed out.
Until the list was whittle down
Though the likelihood of getting any was nill.
But still
That’s why we called it the book of wishes.
If wants and wishes were hugs and kisses
There would be no need
to thumb through the pictures
and dream.
Perhaps imagination was the best Christmas gift
6/19/22
This is not for the faint of heart
Another brain fart
While working by a hay cart
Near waters full of grey sharks
At night it all turned way dark
In order to get it done, had to take part
Occasionally began the great march
Many may bark
Often regretting what they start
Trying to interpret cave art
Intent is like that of Braveheart
Always got to keep my blade sharp
Close and far from any state park
As well as K-Mart
Confucius said
It's nothing new friend
Many do offend
Always those who pretend
As well as somebody out to do you in
I can't afford to lose again
I need to shoot ahead
To the end
Until I'm truly dead
No need for a Sudafed
Far too often it's lies not the truth spread
Not the same
As moth to flame
Too many caught in chains
Surviving off rotten grains
Suffering with no way to stop the pain
Tormented through a lot of games
Benefiting others by ill-gotten gains
Taking advantage of those with common aims
Hymn to an Art-o-matic Laundromat
by Michael R. Burch
after Richard Thomas Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer”
O, terrible-immaculate
ALL-cleansing godly Laundromat,
where cleanliness is next to Art
—a bright Kinkade (bought at K-Mart),
a Persian rug (made in Taiwan),
a Royal Bonn Clock (time zone Guam)—
embrace my ass in cushioned vinyl,
erase all marks: ****, v-g-nal,
penile, inkspot, red wine, dirt.
O, sterilize her skirt, my shirt,
my skidmarked briefs, her padded bra;
suds-away in your white maw
all filth, the day’s accumulation.
Make us pure by INUNDATION.
Published by The Oldie, where it was the winner of a poetry contest. Keywords/Tags: hymn, art, America, laundry, laundromat, washer, dryer, appliances, clean, cleaning, cleanliness, clothes, clothing, underwear, god, godly, godliness, water, baptism, inundation, sonnet, analogy
This poem was inspired by the incongruence of discovering "works of art" while doing laundry at a laundromat with coin-operated washers and dryers. I was reminded of the experience while reading Richard Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer.”
Blue light special
Cha Cha Cha
Come on down
Rah Rah Rah
Get those coats
Hats mittens too
Our checkers can put things on lay-a-way-for you
We are K-Mart through and through.
Blue light special
Cha Cha Cha
Come on over
Rah Rah Rah
Get those dolls and soldier boys
Here is a giant cart for all those toys
We can lay them away for Christmas, so your kids will not be blue.
K-mart is waiting here for you!
Baltimore cashmere fiskars tee-off
Building lines center points Centerville La Prada orange
Normal sesmatics North Carolina persuasions evident in my speech Forward Ultra Plus
Leaning torwards concrete discovers more
Interior Atlantic Cambridge clandestine
Bermuda temper-pedic Sealey SEALS ?? Evergreen
Miranda rights the west and the sand it’s etched in
The ta ta the Tatonik plates collide and intercept
As Life speaks only the devil intercedes
Revelon Remington' Winchester' Springfield
Browning Ruger Stealth
Alexi Morning Glory Lex Luger says
“Look at these traps set for my feet”
Lackland Jacksonville Fort Beautiful Baby sister says
“Zero-temperatures, Seal friend, catch my drift”
Little tree little bear Honey Brown touchdown
Land the metal I’m in the end zone now
Dangerfield Dangerzone Red-light special at the k-mart
Alburqurque Highway-6 city of the Purple Hearts
I-hop Utah sex drugs fast forward money stacked up
Anything you ask for
He built motels
across America
loving the land so much
he could sleep anywhere
on her
in her
cheaply,
predictably.
Anywhere was home to him.
Home was not special
but same.
Same bars of soap,
same color wrappers.
Same towels.
Same smells almost.
Same views.
Home across
the human spirit
of imaginary states.
Just outside streets
with tree names.
And out of this
I arrived
from love created for each single
completed
square space
spilling forward,
motel to motel,
born by American Motel Woman,
timeless builder,
faceless
with no Kodachrome
to pin down my origin
or capture his passion.
Pick-up truck front seat cradles,
beer for sedative,
K-Mart toys,
all-night pharmacies.
His gift-
I belong anywhere
nowhere,
owe nothing,
know anyone
no one,
am rooted in spackle
drywall
and cheap two-by-fours
and need only decide
which illusions
to put up
and which to take down.
evol-u-shun, a coronavirus poem
by michael r. burch
does GOD adore the Tyger
while it’s ripping ur lamb apart?
does GOD applaud the Plague
while it’s eating u à la carte?
does GOD admire ur brains
while ur claiming IT has a heart?
does GOD endorse the Bible
you blue-lighted at k-mart?
NOTE: In the segmented title “evol” is “love” spelled backwards. The title questions whether you/we have been shunned by a "God of Love" or by evolution. William Blake’s poem “The Tyger” questions the nature of a Creator who brings lambs and tigers into the same world. Keywords/Tags: god, love, evolution, creator, creation, creationism, coronavirus, plague, disease, illness, William Blake, tyger, tiger, lamb, predator, prey, brains, heart, christian, Christianity, bible, K-Mart, blue light special
~Ten Little Monkeys~
(Rhyming Couplet)
Ten little monkeys went out to dine
One ate too much and then there were Nine
Nine little monkeys went out for a mate
One got married and then there were Eight
Eight little monkeys went to a 7 -Eleven
One went to K-Mart and then there were Seven
Seven little monkeys had some ticks
One got sick and then there were Six
Six little monkeys went for a drive
One never made it and then there were Five
Five little monkeys were very sore
One went to the doctor and then there were Four
Four little monkeys played with a bee
One got stung and then there were Three
Three little monkeys went to the zoo
One toyed with a lion and then there were Two
Two little monkeys went for a run
One fell dead and then there was One
One little monkey weighted a ton
It went in a crash-diet and now there are none.
(:
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
October.29.2016
Keep love in your heart and do not fall apart
Keep wisdom in your heart and ask Bart
Keep power in your heart and go to K-mart
Keep spirit in your heart and go and get the merit
Last Second shopping.
The stores are running out of things
People are still pushing to get the buys.
The hour is getting close to the stores will stop.
I got to hurry I do know got to buy for mom and pop.
Uncle joe wants a new saw aunt sue want some slim fast.
The store shut the back lights off got to run now faster then
O, no theres no saws.Have to go to k-mart ten min.To go
I hope they have it.I can be slow.
Down one lane to the next time is going and I might not get it.
Pa gets loud as the y say one min to shop please come to the front.
I get the saw now to the food lane aunt sue needs the slim fast.
Grab it and go, it's a race. Down one lane and up another.
In the front here, I am. the pa says with a blast.
The store is closed Christmas is here.Please put your things back and have a good night
I am mad as he__ and i say to my self next year I buy gift cards.
I lost my mind one foggy day, quite some time ago
checked with local K-Mart store, they sadly told me no
Sears said no one turned it in, Target said the same
Burger King, McDonalds too, both said they weren't to blame
Checked with Walmart, Dollar Store, Kroger's every aisle
Even checked the "Up-Scale" stores, they all were in denial
Didn't stop, the weeks went by, the list was getting long
Wendy's, Domino's, KFC, from each the same old song
Stopped to get a coffee at a Dunkin Doughnut's shop
They smiled and cheered when I walked in, "hey look what you forgot!"
"You left it on the counter, about a month ago
we knew you'd come back in for it, you never fail to show"
I sighed relief and thanked them as I looked into the bag
getting disappointed now, this really is a drag
Nothing there but coffee, I was starting to get sore
It bothered me, I didn't know, what I went in there for.....
When nature calls away from home
you need to find a public throne
a place that's clean to spread your cheeks
one that flushes without plumbing leaks
not at an outhouse or a remote latrine
they're so disgusting and very obscene
Time to hurry you're poking cotton
skid mark stains are never forgotten
parking your car at the local K-mart
releasing pressure, cheek sneak a fart
concern turns to fear of what you dread
passing gas has formed a turtle head
As your back side slaps the toilet seat
you realize this job will end incomplete
burning eyes from the methane vapor
on the roll not one square of paper
so every time you cut the cheese
don't forget to clinch and squeeze
I Am Concerned
No I am not
I am not concerned about anything
I said that to get your attention
Now that I have succeeded let’s begin
If I offend you please forgive me or not
Perhaps you should stop reading this now
It is advised to stop
There is nothing in this that merits your attention
So please stop stop
If you are continuing
I hope you have a reason
It would be unreasonable for me to be pushed to saying three stops
If you are still reading at this point
I implore you before all the stars in heaven and the local K-Mart
Stop stop stop!
There! You did it now!
You pushed me past my limits!
If you are still reading this…. I kid you not!
You might become unreasonable or disenchanted
Alarmed and lost in all the charm
If you continue on
If not, you are a lot like me
You simply cannot stop
You might even become concerned
Or not
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