Short Department Store Poems
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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
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
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
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
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!
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.
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.
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
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.
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