So I turned to music. And I continue my musical projects with the rest of my band and we're getting some reasonable success in the local area.
But not even that can provide a real-world avatar for my boundless, incredible imagination. Thus now, I've decided on another medium of art to hone and perfect: peotry.
I will become a poet. I've already written some poems, posted below- please comment to tell me what you honestly think (reading my work is like being totally intimate with the depths of my soul; your opinions are valued!).
I am but a brain in a box,
no more
no more
monkey in a cage
skin flayed
David
The token teapot
white froth flows,
do plates
end?
Sally
Holly whims
public/private,
can the CD speak.
blue ice lies
waiting for
the plunge.