Imperfection

I need an inspiration,
and therefore I need to whip myself with the burden of life
which I usually pack in a rucksack
weighing and dangling heavily on my beck.
It could explain why the phrase “don´t be so hard on yourself”
has so many times pitched my wistful face.
The heavy bag splashing with puddles of sweat and tears
drips and leaks down on my legs, thighs, crotch, calves, ankles and my toes of
endeavouring and venturing to reach perfection.

But you know...
People, we pathetic molecules of excrements and fluids and atoms
held together by breathing skin and muscular layer
want to believe in imperfection of being on this World
to justify our so far unidentified stupidity
and mistakes repeatedly made
out of spite, fun, boredom or lack of intelligent thought?
Imperfection you are born out of and
imperfection you embrace with your shrunk fingers
when you occur to be at death´s door.
Fingers whose nails are twisted into waving shapes of a black hardship
stabbed with a fork´s blunt tips leaving behind
dots of fleeting happiness and stripes of majestic memories.
Fingers whose cushions have toughened into diamonds of wisdom
that used to touch unnameable parts
of the Earth´s abundant presence of objects of all kinds.
And you die into the darkness of perfection
because you force yourself into believing that such thing as afterlife
cannot be as hellish as Jesus Christ´s torture
on a cross of our earthly toiling.

“Such is life” is a proverb once uttered by a bright mind
who saw through the invisible and yet so visible basis of life´s countenance and
looked through a peep hole of the door
leading to the Other Side
whose nature is sung in a melodic line
winding up and down Anthony´s Adam ´s apple
leading the guitar´s tabs manipulated by his chaps
squeezed into Red hot chilli peppers´ abbreviation RHCHP.

It´s high time we vicious spirits braced ourselves and grit our teeth
to be able to stand up to getting crippled
by grappling with our fate of flawed gaps
in our existential state, unanswered questions and insoluble equations
which are instantaneously erased once solved
by the brain of Stephen Hawking´s bump.
Imperfection beats perfection and
your pretension of perfection suffocates in your imperfection!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Poet.
"Imperfection beats perfection and
your pretension of perfection suffocates in your imperfection!"
Strength and weaknesses made us different and special. Each life took a different journey to destine place. Making us want more or less. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. You made me think this morning. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kate]

Thank you so so much! I´m very pleased! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad and you are welcome.