Creativity – Written Tuesday 26th July 2022 (Aged 47)


it is a mental state
often one,
which is in flux
which lacks a solid touch
which lacks true love
do not fall –
for the genius –
of so-called creativity
it is a sun lit villa
built on foundations of insanity
it is a tumble-down house
ravaged only –
by the dominant mouse
it is the one bird
that always refuses to fly south
it is the punch-drunk boxer
going in for one more bout
it is the dangerous ticket
sold by the eager tout
it is the slightly more expressive –
internal shout
it is a mental state
that talks about a grandiose genius
when it talks to me
but it has always felt much more serious
and in truth, much more costly

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