But I’m boundless now

She’s under my bedroom sheets Reading Cummings
And I’m out here
On my balcony
With the view
Staring at clouds
Frozen in time
Sistine Chapel

Some of the greats spend more time alone than otherwise
In love with their work

There’s no time for what I do in the life of an artist
Only ceilings
Without boundaries
Without intimacy
Or endings

I might wake up
She might be gone
If only,
I’ll hire a painter
for the boundless bedroom ceiling
And observe my smoke rings float
To the limit of my vision
From the confines
Of the balcony
With the view.