hallucinating at the museum

-there I was

half-knocked out in paleo

wishing the blue whalio

would swallow me up- 

whole

hmm but maybe instead

I should have travelled

a million light years upwards

to the red zone 

there I could have sat alone 

in a Japanese supermarket 

during an everlasting earthquake

I would have let the ground 

shake, shake, shake

in order to break, break, break

or rather to wake, wake, wake 

or should I have just plucked up 

the courage to ask dippy 

what the deal is 

cos' man I'm smacked

I'm a zombie in a crowd

I be anti-living, I be un-existing

but still I be resisting

complete annihilation
heck, sometimes I think

I need to duck out of here and

find somewhere 

where the masses aren't 

maybe I could hide out 

in Hyde park down the road

lie on the grass, under the clouds 

wait for the loud 

noises to dissipate 

ahh these long museum days

transport me to an unearthly place-

though sometimes I find myself
remembering a flock of birds
over the main lake
at sunset....