That's Mall, Folks...

Once more into the Fray,

a foray into the Herd Mentality;

looking not at the Quality

of a Thing, a Product, a Brand.

a Brand indeed;

to be upended , suspended

with legs crossed as you are marked

with a logo resplendent

in your designer jeans,

(oops, not called that anymore

and when did a sweatshirt

become a hoodie

and where did the Izod alligator go?)
seems the same styles are back

from the seventies

but I still struggle the difference

between cargo and chinos,
pants and slacks;
damn, ma'am,
just a pair of six-pocket pants,
two-pocket shirt,
a pair of waterproof hikers
and call it good,
the rest become State Secrets
or Secret Ninja stuff by morning
so I dress not for success
but for comfort
and still don't see the harm
it does me
or anyone else,
but stare as pass,
girls daring each other to touch
my staff as I walk by,
the Matrix-Shaman-Assassin's Creed,
but am I also not just a man,
if thou cuts me will I not bleed?...

 

The Ebb and Flow

but mostly ebb,

trickle-down Fashion,

knock-offs alongside mark-downs,

don't leave until you seen

the Best Deals in Town,

what is it draws you back

to the same stores, the same products

what draws me back,

for as you surely stare at me,

I sit and gaze in wonder
at the lot of you...

March 8, 2015