Perfection is Fictitious
other people collect charts
pray to the candles
hang out in bit parts
she has,
been meddling in your mind
made a reference
that you could never find
hand to hand
heart to heart
it is hard when you are in love
and harder still,
when you are trying not to fall apart
all we need,
is a joyful desk clerk
just writing this down
stop the parks
the post modernist town
mind their spray painted depression
and locked feelings
fined,
there is a fine,
and other people called statistics
am i fabulous to you
even though perfection is fictitious
James Garratt - Wednesday 12th November 2014
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