Toys ‘R’ Us is gone
But their buildings remain
As little fuck yous to kids
All that emptiness through the windows
Was once full of row after row of toys
Colors popping all over the place
Toys ‘Were’ Us/Them
Everything in there had an aura of pleasure
Was oriented toward joy
Even the things you didn’t want
Existed to make someone else happy
And you knew that somehow
Which added to the rush
Walking the aisles
Taking it all in
How does such a place disappear
Go into insolvency
Get liquidated
I’m grateful for the parking lots now
The pavement’s monochrome inverse
Of the Toys ‘R’ Us rainbow
I make a point of using them
To pause/to run around in/to cut through
Then I’m on my way
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ReplyDeleteI’m grateful for the parking lots now
The pavement’s monochrome inverse
Of the Toys ‘R’ Us rainbow"
That stanza is pure gold.
Now I want to pass by one of the empty stores later this week.