Lost Keys

 

Just  a simple youth who strived to survive, who

 Became obsessed with perfection in every order…in 

Business, ashtray placement, cat markings.

Penny counter, footstep counter.

Cut two records.  Music, fine, all in perfect notes and time…in

Perfect key. 

Perfect keys to perfect houses with

Windows all perfectly clear for

My perfect  vision.

 

Just a simple older man whose struggle to survive, has

Cast aside perfections in every order, to

Avoid all business, cats, and dumping ashtrays full of

And overflowing, with pennies to spend… with

No aspirations to break any records.  I sing aloud, out loud, with

The world in a global song.  A half-beat out of tempo, and a full

Note out of key. Imperfect key to

Imperfect houses.  Cataracts  cloud out

My perfect vision. 
 

At last,

I  see.