I prefer the ugly side of beautiful.
The deconstructed erosion of lovely
mangled and tangled
with the corrupted ruin of regular.
a snide remark, an injection of sneer
stripped and naked, barren and stark
the break in the beat, the interlude of sudden pause
the endearing deserted ashtray, smoldering with stories spent
the decrepit elderly, alone and reminiscent with the perfumed stench of seared years. wrapped muted layers of love and being buried deep within the thin overlay of seasoned skin run with rivers of vein.
the desolate alleyway, littered with abandoned debris, empty livelihoods adrift in scatter, decorated with splashes of spray paint traces, tinting stone walls, roaring certainties with resolute conviction, faded layered undertones of flaked confirmation. I was here.
stunning cracked curves of fractured pavement erupted with scrabbles of crowded wildflower.
blackened trails of tales and soles passed by.
the elusive stranger, the child’s vacant gaze, the waning trace of laughter’s fade
I favor the vivacious and paradoxically fancy the fragile.
the bluntness of the brazen blowhard
the weight of compliance on the suffocated shoulders of the woman, bound by prayers of grace.
smeared smiles of innocence, twisted smirks of shame
the scenario behind the scraped knee, the battle scar bruise, the everlasting burn of the bite
the stone upturned and strewn.
I prefer the imperfect
side of you.