Poetry

Saturday, 19 December 2020

In the museum of modern love

Well I am walking in the museum of modern love

I am talking in the museum of modern love

In the museum of modern love


Well I am all alone in the shadows

I am all alone in the dark

In the museum of modern love

Where cattle are calling and bees are buzzing

Down the walls of the palisade

In the museum of modern love


In the museum of modern love

Where our hearts are art on display

And they are kept inside glass cabinets

Waiting for a visitor to pay

To see them in the museum of modern love

In the museum of modern love

You can see them, you can look but do not touch them

Yes you can see them every day


And the liars/Lyres are calling in the shadows of the walls

And cherubims are singing as their plaster friezes fall

From the museum of modern of love

Where the paintings are hung down the darkened halls

And the thunderbolts of ancient Gods

Crack and splinter the backs of winter wonder statues

And the pairs of footless shoes, and handless gloves

Stand or lie on plinths where majestic black horses trod

In the museum of modern love


In the museum of modern love

Venus has grown back her arms

And she is in the arms of Mars

Who's stolen hearts and cars

And the policewoman is throwing

Off her uniform

And Mr Universe is looking at David's statue

Like he is no good at sport

As if love is just pumping blood

Through an Iron heart

In the museum of modern love


And the curator is pulling down the curtains

Crying let the light shine in

And the dust particles settle on the quantum heart

Who says am I here or am I not?

Am I the air or the arrow shot?

Am I a wave or am I a dart?

In the museum of modern love


And so take your ticket and come on in

But keep your coat on, for the cold gets in

And the men falter, and the women win

In the museum of modern love


Where Picasso's poltergeist is thin

And slips between the paper leaves of the magazines

That are left on table tops in the gift shop

Where you can buy back a postcard of your heart

On your way out of the museum of modern love

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