beauty in the misshapes

what is neatness
if not another mask
or regularity within the mess
which lies underneath my window frame

i dance with beauty
our steps distant cousins
if my lines move straight to others
why do i bounce off the bends
like a honed in seagull -
pecking at the crumbs
which aren't quite perpendicular

i still etch out my frame
like the viewer is curricular
but the face that i shame
can only be so particular

if it could only notice
it's being studied on the inside