Shakespeare

Locks and a safe hanging behind
 favorite paintings
Over fireplaces where I sit and contemplate
Everything we can't remember
And the one thing we can .

I'll sit in your chair you see
Smoke your cigar
There is nothing like me
I'll get in your safe
Beyond the maze
With out you recognizing my face

But you will never mind I'm there
Your paintings a cold museum
Perfect ,

I'm a perfect mess .

I read your Braille the moment
We shook hands .

Now you walk the halls of my museum

I ask you

Do you need a cigarette