museums of nothing

I see crows in the crowd

at museums of nothing

Built upon bricks of despair

It’s our work to exhibit

the dirt-ugly lies 

from an unloved lover who steals

With a tale so foul

it reeks of messianic failure

I don’t think I want to go there 

anymore

when museums feel like books again

I might go back inside

Frida was a communist

her light shows kill the message

I will not press no buttons

or include myself in light

and the selfie point museum

selling ice cream needs to melt

Interactive, take a photo

and include yourself in front

post on insta

now it’s hyping

and you work for the museum

in the service of yourself