Fascination Number Six Poem by Shelby Barker

Bright lights tickle my wondering eyes,
but I don’t itch; mannequins are wearing this season’s disguise
so no one has to stand
In
(Until the masks go cheap on bargain
Shelves) - my craving for change, dances with
the satin shine, which hith
-erto I had never encountered. Dings
of coming-ins and leavings, rings
of registers and chiming laughter
keep the Santas shopping long after
Closing hours.
Such magical possessions of what hypnotizing,
enticing, power
this spirit has, or whatever one may choose to call it;
I’m only slightly disappointed I forgot my wallet.