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I Went to the Museum of Art to See My Poet Friends
I went to the Museum of Art
To see my poet friends,
I heard their poems and wrote some lines
Picking them out as they flew,
Dropping the sunset in the glass cabinet
So much saddness in the world,
Eclipse and the drop of champagne
In bed at night,
Feathers at the bottom of
Each Dream
Cushions the fall of the miners
Shakespeare stops my thoguhts.
Dress up gold in the back closet
Forgotten twenty in the jacket pocket
Roll, knead, and fold
Fermanetation.
Damn not allowed to say damn
To out spot out spot out spot
You damn friend not a friend sorrrreee
Slings and arrows rest on your couch
Waiting for the wind
Head to my shoulder
Found me in the field
Center of each story
Stretching your lies across the sand.
Scared the Titan from under the bed
Took me so long to kill you
An old friend I dont call
Anymore.
Wages of dying is love, what if
You live among the small stuff
Head shrug
Sad art
Right of passage
and running.
