JULY COVID-19 P.A.D. – DAY 8 LET’S GO SHOPPING

   

We’ve finally opened the Mall! (They haven’t really, not yet). Let’s walk the concourse and find us a new outfit to make us feel re-connected with the world. We’re putting on a new face. The title of your poem should be “Shopping at the (Insert Mall Name Here)” If your closet is full, what are you going to purchase during your visit? We’ll all get through this buy and buy!

38 thoughts on “JULY COVID-19 P.A.D. – DAY 8 LET’S GO SHOPPING

  1. SHOPPING AT THE NOW DEFUNCT THRUWAY MALL, by Walter J Wojtanik

    It used to be a favorite spread,
    which unfortunately now lays dead.
    There are no shops to step into,
    there are no sales calls
    there are no benches in the concourse,
    in fact, there are no wall.
    The place that used to thrive here
    is mostly an empty lot.
    A grocery store, a Burger King,
    that’s all this lot has got.
    So shopping there is futile,
    there are no wares nowhere.
    Nostalgia has cleared the floor,
    the memory shelves are bare.

  2. T
    E
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    Shopping at the North County Mall

    I live in a city
    of no significant style,
    been living here now
    for quite a long while.
    We have really nice weather,
    loads and loads of beaches,
    no great sports team but
    we have dogs off of leashes.
    The restaurant scene
    mostly requires no dressing.
    Fits me well, since it’s basic for me,
    to that I’m confessing.
    The art scene is small, but
    the theater choices gigantic,
    with four universities,
    it can get quite pedantic.
    The bookstores don’t wait
    for Comic-Con to arrive,
    with five-star speakers,
    they all seem to thrive.
    There are likely some cities
    which think that they’re better,
    but I’ll stay where I am,
    living large, in fine fetter.
    Let others take off,
    to Paris or Venice they can fly.
    I’m staying where I can be
    a tee-shirt kinda guy.

  3. What Mall?

    Shopping malls are a thing of the past
    Or at least they’re on their way out
    So few have survived the online movement
    And WalMart undercuts them on every aisle
    As does Target and other department stores

    Oh, we walk the malls from time to time
    Only to find many empty stores or junk shops
    With overinflated prices and small inventories
    All that can be found online for much less
    Even the food courts have gone downhill

    I find this all very sad
    I remember the days the malls ruled
    Where families roamed from store to store
    And friends met in the food court for lunch
    We all got excited on mall shopping day

    But now many malls lay vacant
    Rust overtaking metal and paint peeling
    Some are so eerie that no one enters
    Reminds me of Dawn of the Dead
    I saw that in a German drive-in
    Don’t get me started on drive-ins

  4. Shopping the Online Thrift
    Of course, the smell does not transfer.
    That time may come, but complex live
    organic molecules don’t come in cartridges

    yet. Attic dust. The sweat of men who died
    in nursing homes. Perfume turned bitter
    at being chosen last, always chosen last.

    Cedar, camphor, sandalwood, artemisia,
    tarnished silver, motor oil, diaper pail,
    cardboard and saliva, PineSol, books, books.

    No way to browse blouses by touch, Will
    it drape? Will it cling? Will the fabric slice
    me microscopically? How rough is the tag?

    Still, every object’s photographed on/with
    a headless mannequin. Flattering as a wire
    hanger, and under banks of florescent tubes,

    You can all but hear their hum; the sneeze
    from the far side of the store, two boys’ game
    of hide and seek under the skirts. A music box.

  5. The Richland Mall Pook

    My cousin had a crush
    on the neighbor guy for a long time.
    I dated a guy for years, but we broke up.
    He asked out my cousin. The crush asked me out.
    We happened to go out on the same night.

    Afterwards when my cousin and I compared notes,
    she and my ex went to the mall looking for Richie the Pook,
    the big costumed mascot creature for Richland Mall,
    but they couldn’t find him.
    The Pook was at the hockey game where my date and I were.

    Later, I got back with my ex for a couple more years.
    My cousin never did get with her crush.
    That night was such an oddity in my life,
    I would be tempted to think I had dreamed it,
    if it wasn’t for the Pook. I remember that well.

  6. Shopping at the King of Prussia Mall

    King of Prussia — a town that took its name
    from a tavern, not a king at all

    It’s the mall where you can always get
    your “steps” in — the Fitbit working
    overtime on every visit to the
    second largest mall in the U.S. of A.

    It used to be a mall for shopping,
    Sears and Penneys long gone now,
    even Neiman Marcus unable to
    survive the onslaught of on-line buying.

    Here, though, Asian tourists still tote
    shopping bags brimming with goods
    while the walkers gawk at the gorgeous
    impracticality of shoes at Jimmy Choo’s;

    the velvet rope line corralling the Christmas
    frenzy at Louis Vuitton: the lovely, but
    where-would-you-ever-wear-it designs
    of Carolina Herrera. So many stores with

    more clerks than customers every day.
    As for me, I notice things like this while
    I count my steps in my sensible
    shoes and my well-worn tee.

    Maybe I will go to Starbucks later
    or treat myself to bubble tea at
    the little kiosk with Japanese food
    that only the Americans buy.

  7. SAVED FROM GETTING MALLED

    She’s no longer much of a shopper.
    (Her husband was pleased he could stop her.)
    It wasn’t the virus –
    She’s just not desirous.
    (He’s thankful, or he’d be a pauper.)

    © Marie Elena Good, 2020

  8. Shopping at the Staten Island Mall

    Where
    to go
    first time back?
    Attack that shoe store,
    try on new perfumes in Macy’s,
    check out jeans, frustrated that they never quite fit right?
    Let’s wander through Williams Sonoma, aghast at prices of cookware we’ll never
    use.
    Choose new towels at Pottery Barn, feel those soft sheets. Look at pretty pillar candles.
    Get something to drink, realize you are exhausted, head home.

  9. They Built It

    But not enough came to
    the Great Mall of the Great Plains
    city planners conned into believing
    busses would travel up from Branson
    past the outlet malls just to see this
    latest selection of stores
    set on the edge of the prairie
    discount outlets opening with balloons
    and glitter, pop music blaring only
    to close in rapid succession
    beneath the shadow of the county
    hospital where two food franchisees
    perched on the highway hoped
    to yet capitalize on either death or taxes

    Now we drive past the mall
    recall alluring smells that masked
    industrial carpeting in green
    and purple plaid designed to move
    you farther and farther to find
    the hot pretzels and popcorn
    warm chocolate chip cookies
    that we steered the children past
    to gain the food court where
    we let them play in the toddler
    park on miniature animals
    the bridge over painted water

    perhaps there’s yet a pair of shoes
    we thought so perfect that remains
    trapped in its shroud of white tissue
    our minds changed by the time
    we got home washed our greasy
    fingers to cut off sale tags

    we drive past now and keep
    to the highway since all that remains
    is just a few acres of broken blacktop
    dozers ripping pavement into rubble
    as they razed every building
    to make way for an indoor soccer rink
    that’s yet to come even as cracks fill
    with weeds foreign to any prairie
    and starlings ferry French fries
    from the Burger King on the corner
    spread their largesse onto the
    exact spot where petunias
    used to grow in the entrance.

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