Off the Wall
She had had the news on her cell phone.
She smiled, and he’d have smiled too
with throbbing heart, taste of
champagne on their lips.
He had hung the painting in a famous museum
and nobody had seen it, would see it,
except for her. For the art of it, he
had hung the painting
in the Liberation Art Museum
renown, sort of posh damned
Actually, he disabled the alarms
elegantly he had thought, being in the zone, and
broke in alighting with ropes, alone
past midnight down skylights
On the wall he mounted the masterpiece, and
left a roof rope hanging
thinking of her heart, of her lips
The police arrived on a tip
and they didn’t appreciate
the art of it all at all, but
for the escape plan
he went to the roof rope,
didn’t want to disappoint her
again
He had hung his painting in a museum
And he hung himself.
