The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 3

Bags of chips in the convenience store lay helpless beneath the last flickering fluorescent. One by one, the glowing ceiling tubes flashed out their unintelligible semaphore until the last one stuttered an incomprehensible SOS witnessed only by processed foods in various states of their own decay. A grim landscape of garish packaging bathed in fluorescent lightning.
The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 3
by Ginger Mayerson
Collage on paper
10"h x"7w
Contact Ginger Mayerson about this collage, also see The Haunted Mini-Mall pamphlet. Poem originally published in The Coe Review, Issue 37, No. 1.