Royal Museum of Common Things
“ I will stand by your favourite fossil pieces, chill and read Zeitung.”
Glaslow, St Gregory and snowstorm
I remember us when we disintegrate
Into separate zweiter beings
A distinction worth sufferings
I went to hell yesterday evening
To see a glimpse of you in me
Too bad the taste is too good
In the royal museum of common things
There is plenty of new things to share
There's always new things to talk about
All the pleasures intermix with pains
For every coronation a beheading
Show the crowd, show your self, like a movie
Do a dance, tip the jar, still the same
What's the angle, what's the different story
We demand something too far away
Dressed in all black, and with wings
I've been searching for answers sixty days straight
I'm not the only traveller who's lost at sea
Never to follow the birch shadows again
February 2022
By Aran Meredith
