I don't want your shoes and handbags. However...
The Shop That Isn't There
The shop that isn't there isn't there.
It's an evanescence north of Soho Square.
They are selling stuffed raccoons, clockwork plimsolls, macaroons
And a wig that once was worn by Robespierre.
The shop that isn't there isn't there.
It's a vacant lot behind the thoroughfare.
They are selling clarinets, armadillos, marmosets
And ceramic busts of Walter de la Mare.
The shop that isn't there isn't there.
It's an elemental trembling in the air.
They are selling sugar soap, dispensations from the pope
And the mummy of a multibillionaire.
The shop that isn't there isn't there
But you won't get better prices anywhere.
They are selling wicked arts, broken dreams of sundered hearts
And a pungent distillation of despair.
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