Eat your heart out
Martin Creed, Damien Hirst,
Marcel Duchamp -
With your perfectly constructed
Objective ready-mades.
You are my one and only
Conceptual art piece.
You are the constant
Yet transient wonder,
The insatiable force
That drives me
To create, to conceive -
To perceive all things.
You\'re the silver of the moon,
And the dark, blank space
Between the stars.
The crumpled paper ball,
And the Renaissance masterpiece.
You\'re my real-life concept,
My sculptural form,
My canvas, my paint,
My perfect landscape.
My pragmatist and my idealist,
You\'re my consistent muse -
Like the most perfect ready-made,
You don\'t even have to try.