when you were readying your art gallery

i was called up from your stains

what is not to like?

i sleep on your artwork

you worked so hard to make

that ugly mess of colour

you worked so hard to make

i sleep on your paintings

whatever your mind frames

it may be hard to look at

but it's the softest bed

there comes the greatest telescope

some long while since it last saw a proper wall

i think we're pretty much alike

beware you don't get cut on

more than just my edge

someone could get enthusiasm

for much more artsy beds

you cannot go back now