FredPeyer

Ordinary Art

they say you must be mad

gone out of your mind

seeing things, hearing voices

to create extraordinary art

 

it will not be real art unless

you cut off your ear

talk to invisible friends

or howl to the moon

 

You cannot write a poem

or paint or otherwise create

magnificent real art

in a nice suburban home

 

art worthy of its name

is born in pain and madness

nurtured by the midwives

rage, fury, and paranoia

 

real art creeps into existence

in foam-lined sanatorium cells

or cold drafty lofts with no

running water or electricity

 

being comfortable and

likely considered sane

I must remain content as a

creator of ordinary art