with drunken steps
you reach to such place
where a pillar is famous
pillar that cries yellow

weariness of night burns
a black trails goes on in the other direction

and there lay
a body
stinking
so very dead

come, come with your drunken steps
and lie down next to this dead body

ah! liberating isn't it?

and that's it
the painting is complete

the lonely side filled with
secrecy of stinking dead body
and flowing yellowness
under this pillar
and breaking thirst
with just being

and put your name
sign it
let it hang
right there
let it be crooked
let it get crawled over by spiders of memory

your job is done
painting is complete