Kit Kelen #722 - art of imperfection

722

art of imperfection

squeeze past

scratch, tear

eke, approximate

miss the mark

peg the square

I say the wrong thing

put it the wrong way

wrong words come out of my mouth

scribble mere marks onto paper

rub out

chase the wrong tail

mean is golden

pour over it all

patch things up best I can

I'm doing my best

I kill the thing that makes me strong

how do you think I got here?

I use the wrong colour

I make the wrong mark

here are the things that won't go together

the wrong are always partying

(the pious shake their well-coiffed heads)

I give it a hundred and one percent

that's how far awry I've gone

every voice I tried

every mask

wrong!

none of my clothes fit

thinking - it's the same

I'm the wrong body for the job

this one line has led me astray

I was a fool to follow, believe

faith kept me ...

in the cold, in the dark

a fire would have burnt the place down

flood would have washed

all the while error

was wishing me tricked

little demons all chime in - characters!

they have the run of the ship

we're all under the Plimsoll line

can't see a thing in this swim

but almost there

almost there

whose is that voice in the head?

some precious fuck

knows how it all ends

I listen to the wrong news

world is all fucked up

a fake!

I'm the biggest phony of all

sometimes I fancy I know what it is

turns out I was mistaken

egregious

rank

conspicuous

flagrant

wrong symptoms

wrong disease

wrong measure

do you think that the stairs only lead up?

follow this melody?

fuck it up

did you see me trip over?

face full in it

did you have a good laugh?

how skew my home

they're already eating it

there's the big wind waiting

my garden is a crooked thing

wrong planet

wrong star

I'm here

the time has come

beauty is all

we behold