surreal basin
Perfection is a curse—
cunning,
a devil’s twin
if all humans were perfect
then there would be no resurrection
no walk to heaven.
Perfection is a venom’s kiss
charming the heart
with perfectly evil lips—
a love trick
torturing bliss.
My canvas isn’t perfect
some may say it isn’t worth it
but my verses attract emotions
elegant lines written with ambition.
Some days fear whispers in my ears
some days I don’t know what to write
some days I smile too much
some days I’m completely quiet.
So give me imperfection
give it to me once
give it to me twice
give it to me thrice
no doubts, no questions.
I’m the imperfect imperfection
handsome in reflection
with no chips on my shoulder
but only ice cream flavors
caramel, vanilla, or berry sweet
to make a rainy day go quicker.
Imperfect
Happiness is my disposition
fate lies true without decisions
memories are swimming lessons,
going up and down from side to side
motionless tension—
no gasps for breath
never drowning
always propelling.
remote compass
wheat horizon
hard estuary
thorn herald
rocky halo
