There is a museum in my mind
Walls painted brilliant hues of grey
Spotlights pointed at
Empty canvasses, mangled and torn
By the pocket knife I carry upon my keys
The museum hours are 10am-2am
Open every day, free admission
With the promise of a small donation
Preferably attend with some form
Of destructive intent
To the right you can see
Some abstract art
Sculptures made of used tissues
And empty pill bottles
In the back we have my favorite exhibit
A gently yellowed comforter
That failed to live up to its name
Coupled with a lime-green food knife
Meant to cut vegetables, stained
With red summer nights
Buried into that art piece
Is an unraveled paper clip
Found at work one night
Trying to scrape away abandonment