The Spoils of War

 70’s

New and Unimproved

Hell Mall

 

They graze,

material appetites to sate

and once-over the mama gringa with White-Flesh-Hate

 

 Striped hair wannabe celebrities ,

fake cholo-ghetto baggy pants’d boys with no identity.

Headless mannequins flaunt fabrics

cheaply made, unmatching, piecemeal.

Roths-Teen-TV anorexicwear

that caters to the UnReal. 

Tables of Junk stacked on display.

 Stuffed animals. Pokemon. Disney. Anime.

  

Loud  arguing, calling, negotiating 

about which brightly-colored, shiny,  Piece of Crap to purchase next-

about which disgusting food court thing the group should injest.

 

  Vacant-eyed foreign faces stare,

  obesely jostle, push under harsh fluorescent glare

      thick mouths smack in predatory mastication,

All oblivious to my vexation.

 

    Endless rise and fall of hypnotic chainsaw border-babble-

The size and shape yet without  the grace of elephants,

They move amidst wails of their ignored  infants-

“excuse me” to ill  effect amongst the rabble

 

I mind my own business,

past the Plasticine decor, and hold my breath

against the hoardes and sweat  and debt.

 The mirror  the only thing that reflects

     crying,talktalktalk, yapyapyap  constant need,

        want, phone, get , get, get

     can’t find the escalator or

     Door to freedom yet.

              Scent of fake butter and unknown meat.

     Here all is bitter, nothing sweet.

     Cacophony the order of the day

     I grind my teeth in their sway.

Vague hot slow panic starts like a piston.

 

Must find a way out of this system.

I only wished to fulfill my task, and  disappear from the din,

the lights, jangly  urban muzak beats piped in.

Hurts to even try to hear myself think.

A/C dryness makes me want a drink.

 ‘I AM, I SHOP, I EAT, I STEAL, I BUY, I TALK, I SCREW.I CONSUME and

REPRODUCE, THAT’S ALL I DO!”

Could They Stop the yammering and exist in space?

WIthout all this in Our face?

   

Wallowing herds approach, identifiable  by sex, not Race.

Morass of noise, yips, whistles and shouts- I speed my pace.

De-Evolution at it’s dumbly lumbering, somnambulant best.

they know I’m thinking this of course and take offense.

 

You say I hate you as you are killing me,

yet you dare to look  accusingly

My contact lenses 

 washed by silent tears.

I buy a homeless White man an imported beer.

When everything before is gone,

comes a kind of  liberation-

 and absence of fear.