I cut my finger
at the Exhibition of Broken Windows
touching a display
that wasn’t for sale
The artist gave me a blow-job
at the Semen Art Show
then gobbed on the canvas
and framed my seed for posterity
I paid a return visit
to the Factory of the Eccentric Actor
where delinquency and alienation
were still drawing the crowds
I hid behind the bushes
outside the Palace of Litigation
hoping for a glimpse
of the Page Three Princess
A new ride has been opened
at the Ecstasy Theme Park
but all the best thrills
take place in the queues
I browsed the empty frames
in the Gallery of Escaped Paintings
where torn scraps and flakes of paint
litter the floorboards
I paid for a ticket
to the Charnel House Theatre
where the actors just sit
and heckle the audience
I held my breath
in the Museum of Boring Old Farts
suppressing a yawn
while history repeated itself
For a while I was lost
in the Library of Unfinished Books
where a whole wing was devoted
to my own unwritten work
