Drunk in the Museum

Drunk in the museum


the floor moves us

hors d'oeuvres; snails

18th century chandeliers 

hang from nails


all this jewelry on 

mummified bodies

a spirit drinks us in

where appetites fail


at a social function 

strutting like a lemon chicken 

lost in reverberations

drunk in the museum


history means nothing

without a kiss

missing hints about 

the mystery of existence 


we was in the stone age 

experiencing a renaissance 

feeling this holocene's 

lackingje ne sais quoi 


everything here would 

look good on bedroom walls 

if we could only remember

where we were coming from

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