IMPERFECT

Crooked and imperfect
Out of place in civilization 
Who wants to know your art
You are bound to desolation

The creative in you, eloped
From the hunger of daint 
Of those that desire symmetry 
And worship righteous saints

But hold on, dear wonder!
Hang in there alone
Against the smooth wall paint
Against aesthetic monotones

Prepare thyself, you immortal
For a million onlooking disdains
And keep on boldly until
It goes not all in vain

-K.G.