Art Museum Sestina

So Dusty and I hit an art museum today. He really is artsy when he's not surfing.
We stayed there for most of the day, sitting and watching people and staring into the faces of those who have been painted.
I wrote a lot of things-almost a whole journal full.
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Here is a sestiana I wrote. If you don't know what a sestina is, I think you should look it up so that you get this poem a little better. And I love critique and comment-so sock it to me baby!

Book of Art

Sweet, thick, peach necks covered in pearls,
strung together by heavenly voices, "Oh Golden Gate
we beseech You to cultivate our wealth." Pouring yellow fire
into the pupils of cherubim fat
in essence, sickly, demonlike, don't speak,
but wrapping up enemies in true green envy.

Next picture: a picnic scene to envy.
Plates set on bright red tableclothes, plates pearly
white with soap. the little boy speaks
to father, "Throw the baseball past far left gate."
Cookie crumbs and bread crusts to make fat
ants, the explosive sun crisps and tones down its fire.

Coarsely rubbed purple velvet spewing oil fire.
A party has erupted in "Andromeda's Envy,"
Roman vigils of wine and fat
pigs roasted for Athena, Andromeda's wedding pearls
sitll in her hair-still shining with the fearful sweat of escaping Neptune's gate.
Perseus's rescue honoring Mercury to speak.

A scene in which music clangs in speech
tambourines and animal skin drums orange like fire
instruments of bone gated
to the Higher Being. In spite of envy
the chieftan's daughter wears daiseis precious as pearl,
and, starving, the common people stare jealously at her ripe fat flesh.

A basket of fruit glistening. Fat
red apples and grapes-wishing to be wine if only they could speak.
A single blueberry like a pearl
among stones. The flesh of oranges spicy like fire.
The banana envies
their roundess-their perfect shape-the wicker basket a gate-reigning them in.

Modern art's a mystery-a single gate
post-big monochromatic squares fat
from their experience with only one color, envious
of art that has meaning-that speaks.
Yet modern art too holds its fire
Though a good rendition is as rare as an oyster pearl.

The pearly gates of artistry
wood added to the fire of wisdom, fat
indeed, speaks through the paint-"Envy me."
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Also if you don't know who Andromeda, Perseus, Neptune, and Mercury are, I would look up the story. Even if you aren't really into my poem, at least the mythology is interesting.
I love writing-but if I put in everything I wrote here-there would be no room left on the server.