I swear

good sense in these days is a kind of art
she said and came back to bed
not that bad
I suposed

when I rubbed my nails against the wall
was like my love for her
and could not be worse
at time
then she moved her head positively
I swear

Dali had no good sense when played
with clocks and sea waves
neither the lumberjacks had
when they built this poor bed

kind of art?
what the hell...