Short Department Store Poems

At the shopping mall
A sad scene is seen
Sear's department store
Is now no more...

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On Valentines Day
The manaquine
Brought a dozen
Wild Irish Red Roses
For his sweet heart,
Standing in front
The department store 
Display window...

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I knew a fellow who played Santa Claus
He hated department stores just because
Kids were insightful, but
Sometimes a bit spiteful
And his snow white beard was made out of gauze.

written December 10, 2021...

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Do you have your Plastic Jesus?
Mrs.More?
Can you go ?
and have your Christmas?
in the mall ?
of every?
department store?
Mrs.More?
dont you still have trouble with it?
when you reach your credit limit?
Mrs.More?
Do you have your Plastic Jesus?
Mrs.More...

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Plastic Jesus 

Plastic Jesus 

Do you have your Plastic Jesus? 
Mrs.More? 
Can you go ? 
and have your Christmas? 
in the mall ? 
of every? 
department store? 
Mrs.More? 
dont you still have trouble with it? 
when you reach your credit limit? 
Mrs.More? 
Do you have your Plastic Jesus? 
Mrs.More...

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Trump let one rip at his rally
(You know Jan's keeping the tally)
On November third
No more whirlybird
Prison is right down his alley*

*Despite Barrett, Trump's 
Justice Department have failed to
block E. Jean Caroll's lawsuit
against the POTUS for raping her
in a department store dressing room!...

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Leg warmers flop and fold 
Embracing tender ankles 
Adored by suitors 
Ready to heal with bouquets 
And accolades.

Balanced, extended, 
Moving off air,
Like flowers, forever stretching
Kicking up relevé

Like the aromatic main floor of 
An old department store 
at Christmas.
Their limbs like flowers, 
Forever fragrant....

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She was the most well-built caryatid 
On 5th Avenue, chosen for her width.
Her flowing robes were a concrete tree.
Statuesque and tall, she intimidated me.

She held up the porch of a large department store.
With her three concrete sisters, forever more.
Four concrete beauties, Greek architecture.
What they were thinking, I can only conjecture....

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Lulu was an unlucky woman
Lost three sons
one in a department store in 92
one in an ocean, deeply blue
Where’s the third one? I asked mutual friend, Old Sue
On the sidewalk, playing skip to my Lou
Both of the other boys found their way home too
One was fifty, the other was fifty-two
I barely recognized them said Lulu
This was told to me by story-teller Sue...

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It is still that night.

It is forever that night.

All you remember

is a party          a party

& you stoned

               not knowing

it would be forever

                        forever

like a granite cliff

above a river

immense in your shriveling—

fetus-like they say—

a reverse of birth

a slow dying

                       dying

to faint

               deadly

department store music....

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The last resort of the department store
Purchasing my bones in the flesh
Native thorns contempting robes
Reciprocities without enough city
Familiar silvers behind glass windows
Tracking of least haunted strain
Fellow of coal
Liberty absconds the brazen doors of eden
Bludgeoning heart muscle of castings lapse
Strung letting of hummingbirds pain
Calling froth of tomorrow
Beastly hauling of coppered stones
Blanks of tomb
Witched at birth
...

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