Ugly Things

I see what's distorted, twisted, absurd.

I see the odd, the strange, the perturbed.

I see the deranged, the scoffed, the annoyed.

The imperfect beauty, the unusual, the destroyed.

I hear the spiders, the bats, bones, and crows.

They sing a song no one ever knows.

Abandoned houses and times of old.

I hear the stories no one ever told.

I taste all the flavors that some never can.

I create the recipes you can't understand.

I taste all the herbs, the spices, the shells.

I taste lots of other things as well.

Messy scrap books, all torn apart.

Really bad jokes and abstract art.

Crazy makeup and messy hair,

I touch all the things some never would dare.

Ugly things have claws and wings,

and ugly things have tears and dings.

Ugly things have scents that sting.

I just love silly ugly things.

I love ugly things. They tend to love me.

Can you feel it? Taste it? How I wish you could see.

If you're brave enough to open your mind,

the beauty in ugly is not hard to find.