2164 Kmart Revisited

waking in, the remains of an empire

i can still taste the popcorn from the k cafe

memories of a place i never quite experienced

relics of the past in aisle 12

a sad song plays overhead in the abandoned departments

a reminder of what this all once was

the trail of receipts tell a story of what used to be

gazing into the garden department, empty now where it was once alive and full

memories in a haze of blue lights

out of the past and into the now as i walk out and exit again (thank you for shopping at kmart)