went to a local museum
and saw some paintings on the wall…
loved the quiet peacefulness
of the place,
if only all creative works
were looked upon with such reverence,
it might be a world
I’d like living in much more…
I enjoyed the captions
displayed next to each
piece — it’s good to get a glimpse
into what the thing is all about…
it would be cool to hear the artists
speak about the thoughts
that went into their creations…
I bet some would tell you
it took no thoughts at all —
just that the thought is a thing
that comes after…
but maybe some might claim
they thought about the thing
for years, and then the gift was formed
with their hands thereafter…
a little sitting on it is all it takes…
both ways are probably true,
depending on the situation…
after the museum,
some time later,
maybe the next day
we had a nice stroll through a
suburban park,
as cute and serene as it can get
in a town of spoiled rich folk,
where most parks cost money
just to park your car and walk around,
so it goes…these stupid
privileged skunk punks,
but anyways…
we found our flow,
and took our stroll,
and talked of future
times we looked forward to
together…
later on we had a lovely fuck—
went at it hard on the couch,
…the sun went down
and we whispered
our thoughts of love,
and I made sure to fix
the cushions back up
the way they were
before
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