The Mall People
It does sound like the title
of a science fiction or horror movieā
and given the many types of beings
streaming in and out, āall the human
fleshā as Montale put it, itās not hard
to believe thereās a malevolent Martian
or ghoul in the mix. Laziness has brought
me to the food court, oh the sins I commit
out of sloth. Spider-Man shirts seem
to be the rageāthank you, but Iāll pass.
A Philly cheesesteak and Iām outta here.
On The Way, Or The History of āRock āNā Roll
Here the edge of town
is just an edge, only miles
and miles of flatland ahead
and hopefully a gas station
run by a man with his dog
at his feetāif youāre lucky.
Somewhere in a town close
to the big city a band is playing
in the cellar of a bar/restaurant,
rocking their patch of the world.
This is the knowledge that keeps
you goingākeeps you alive.
Tim Suermondt is the author of five full-length collections of poems, the latest Josephine Baker Swimming Pool from MadHat Press, 2019. He has published in Poetry, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Stand Magazine, On the Seawall, Poet Lore, and Plume, among others. He lives in Cambridge, MA with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.
Image: Found photo, Grammercy Park, NYC, 1999
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