Toothpaste minty soda surfers.

Critical, crossed and now knit wear

availible on a sale rail

in a closing down thrift store story

on the outside of town

the old toys the comics the vainly

vinyl baked ashtrays collections

the leftover trays from tv diners

stacked too the sky

the old  fancy dress costumes

the advertising signs for toothpaste

stacked next to sodas for sweet tooth

smiling moments the swinging

lamps sagging springs

and what’s this thing I never knew

i wanted to buy.