I scratch and scrape
And pull words together
To make a state-
No, there has to be a better…

Breathing in
And beginning again
From the start
To create “good” art.

But subjectivity!
Who determines the value?
Of my feverous venue
Aka attempt at creativity.

Maybe I could write of
Unrequited love,
Morals or Serendipity.
But today they don’t inspire me.

So instead…
I’ll sketch a portrait
Of thoughts in my head
Of what comes from my forebrain.