01 Sep 2016 – Sonnet

An awful flashing blue-light special greets
the inner K-Mart shopper of your soul.
The stench of cotton candy, sickly-sweet,
and burning popcorn rushes to enfold
your shocked and shrinking consciousness as you
pass through the local franchise gate of hell,
track in the road-rage clotted on your shoes.
Loudspeakers paging, or a toiling bell,
proclaims its welcome to your once proud shade,
and you’re assigned a shopping cart to shove
for all eternity. You can’t evade
the sight of all your treasure, lights above
revealing how your heart took such delight
in worthless crap now seen in its true light.