Doll faces with clipped wings
waving dollar bills
at the great dark
inside.
They see themselves in window shops.
They sing the music store songs.
With eyes as dead
as used leather jackets
they wander an infinity
of well-lit
oblivion.
Doll faces with clipped wings
waving dollar bills
at the great dark
inside.
They see themselves in window shops.
They sing the music store songs.
With eyes as dead
as used leather jackets
they wander an infinity
of well-lit
oblivion.
“Well-lit / oblivion”: a very interesting contrast there.
Always the feel I get wandering the mall.