the artist insane
It’s the mundane
that is the bane
of her existence.
The trick is transformation;
jumping over the fence of the mind
into the imagination.
For it is not being over there
that makes her crazy.
It is knowing, long before she leaps,
that she’ll have to break her own heart
just a little bit each time she
returns to the world of the everyday;
breathless, paint splattered,
the last word still dripping wet
off the end of the pen.