To our own offbeat waltz
We wander bereft
Entranced by our clumsy steps
Preserved in wild swerving

So masterfully disjointed
The out of place
Misadventures
Of bold and brash creation

Lopsided figures
Dash on wildly
Across our hollow canvases
On the path they dare to choose

Brandishing our angst
Our wound up fears
Behind each exotic hue
The seductively flowering textures

Missteps lead on
To a paradise unknown
A long pocketed haven
Where seeds are yet to be sown

Let jagged misfits
Skewer our humble nests
And our docile wants
For the joys of off-color guests

And let the primal have its day
To draw its cold shadow
Upon ages far ago