NPM DAY2: No Matter How Much Wine and Gormet Chocolates There Are in the World

rushing though art makes me sad
to be more precise rushing while looking at art
makes me sad

Why can't I enjoy the moments with the canvases,
the encostics,
the ink,
the plastic,
the oil,
and the added objects?

because the museum is closing
and because the 5 train didn't come right away
and because i went to the wrong station first
and because i wanted to delete photographs

{and while we are on teh subject of because}

Just because the D word is in my head,
it doesn't
denote
that the deed
will be done.

{now back to the subject at hand}

so the rootbeer float is consumed
on the train ride home
and the wine drunk
in the privacy
of the room
where i
wait
for
it*

*the shit

to hit
THE FAN (literally, sniff that fecal matter)