Tuesday I had the idea
to walk through the art gallery
drunk
on a half bottle of Don Lorenzo
that I smuggled in the crotch
of my favorite Value Village
blue jeans.
It made me look impossibly huge -
unnatural, like a demon.
The receptionist
had opaque eyes
like ovaries
congealed
and covered by lactose-lids.
On my way in
she stopped me and stuck me
with a sticker
to identify me
as a spectator
of art.
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And thats all it takes, welcome to art.
I really appreciate your quasi-narrative style. Great use of words! Lactose-lids! I love it!
I think of the Montreal art gallery with the cool staircase. I pilgrimaged there between subway jamming spots having smoked in the adjacent garden before entering. My favorites were the Group of Seven section. Particularily the Carmicheal sublime landscapes. Also there are some sculptures of nakes ladies that I found alluring. Also there is an ancient west coast indian shamanistic device that has human hair. That gave me chills and I studied it a long while. That hair...Was somebody s hair.
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