I was at an art museum and
I saw these girls snickering around a
Collection of black and white photographs
In a corner of the gallery
As I approached they moved on
But not before I heard one of them say
"Who wants to look at pictures of an old guy's ****
The photographs in question did have a rather large picture
Of an old man's ***** but there we’re others
Pictures of his hands, feet, face
All zoomed in enough that you could see his skin
In detail
In the wrinkles, freckles, and weathered lines
Of this old man you could see an entire
Lifetime on display
The time etching into his surface
Like the needle into a warm wax cylinder
The song of his years played as lines and furrows
A venerable road map of a life lived
As for the ****
I'm sure that thing had some miles put
On it too.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
I was at an art museum and
I saw these girls snickering around a
Collection of black and white photographs
In a corner of the gallery
As I approached they moved on
But not before I heard one of them say
"Who wants to look at pictures of an old guy's ****
The photographs in question did have a rather large picture
Of an old man's ***** but there we’re others
Pictures of his hands, feet, face
All zoomed in enough that you could see his skin
In detail
In the wrinkles, freckles, and weathered lines
Of this old man you could see an entire
Lifetime on display
The time etching into his surface
Like the needle into a warm wax cylinder
The song of his years played as lines and furrows
A venerable road map of a life lived
As for the ****
I'm sure that thing had some miles put
On it too.
