starry night
the crowds
are gathered around starry
night
as if it were the only painting in the world
what sad irony, huh vincent?
none of them seem to be looking at it
just taking pictures of the work and walking away
to find the next masterpiece
maybe there is nothing to look at anymore
but the idea of standing in front of something
that once held beauty and meaning
one guy is leaning into the painting so closely
with his tongue out frat boy style
as if he’s trying to lick those van gogh clouds
jostling for space
with hordes of sticky kids
who are touching the golden frame
as their parents laugh
and snap away more digital memories
nodding blindly at the guard
who keeps yelling about the sanctity of art
and how no one is supposed
to use flash photography
in this museum.
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