Perfection's Ugly Stepsister

I cannot help but curl my lips in disgust,

flinching at my own keen perceptions

and impeccable ability to recollect.

Failure comes ready with palpable visual aids

lest I dare set them down, tip toe away

and attempt a well timed extraction.

Crumpled balls of paper do not rest tidy

in proper bins, but pop out and lay themselves

flat and pristine across inner eyelids as

top billed, self awarded cinema attractions;

all clear, heart shocking, rises in the throat,

the perfect anecdote to ward off sleep.

Author's Note

:/...laughing at myself.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Oh I felt this one, those visual aids will keep you awake for sure, luckily we get to pen them and sometimes you come up with a gem such as this. My 'inner eyelids' were a flutter whist reading. ;-) Good when we can laugh at ourselves, that and poetry keep us semi-sane I think, or is that just me? Love this Kristina...

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks Frieda! Yes it does help with sanity, not necessarily sleep. :)

[Kristina Moulaison]

I have drugs for that, LOL.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes this happens to me...on the lids like a cinema attraction that poem i cannot quite get comfortable with, enough to let it alone....keeps me awake at night...until get rid of the creases in the once crumpled up paper...sometimes poems just won't let us go.

jacob

[Alessander]

perfect anecdote to chase off sleep.

I can relate as a fellow insomniac.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks! :)