Monday, December 26, 2005
Staged Picture (incomplete)
I've got so many things
In my head I want to say
Should I paint a picture?
Or should I stage a play?
The sketches in my head,
wander about its frame.
Smugged and splattered,
the painter had no say.
Where do they belong?
The stage has no place.
Playing out their parts,
their lines enters a void.
In my head I want to say
Should I paint a picture?
Or should I stage a play?
The sketches in my head,
wander about its frame.
Smugged and splattered,
the painter had no say.
Where do they belong?
The stage has no place.
Playing out their parts,
their lines enters a void.
