Burning down the Museums
by Jeremiah Walton
Drunken tinnitus in my ears
My friends mother miserably talks in her sleep
45 minutes retching above the toilet
& I still love you.
The phrase I want to use like a rare bee sting
Words are fossils for action to unearth
Museums reject stolen cheese cake in a walmart as romantic
& we construct our own museum
for the hell of it
& giggle as the crowds roll in
knowing exactly where
the others tickle spots are.
originally posted at Gatsby’s Abandoned Children