New and Unimproved
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.
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.
One thought on “Mall Hell”
I have not been to a mall in 4 or 5 years. Don’t miss em either.