I have blue balls
The frustration is real
Flooded with creative spirit
And no outlet

The moment I start
Paintbrush in hand
Crochet hook ready
Then creatus interruptus

It seems the whole world
Needs me...now!
And I ejacuate prematurely
It brings no joy

Gone are the days
Of unlimited hours
Lost in the noumenal
Lost in the chthonic

All that mystery and richness
Replaced with chit-chat and chores
No art no soul no spirit
In dirty dishes

A bird with no song
A housebound cat
A ticking time bomb


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