Ever Since I Was Small

What Is So Real As The Cry Of A Child?

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.

You Are The One. Solid The Spaces Lean On, Envious. You Are The Baby In The Barn.

I Am What I Feel And Think And Do.

In A Rabbit-fear I May Hurl Myself Under The Wheels Of The Car Because The Lights Terrify Me, And Under The Dark Blind Death Of Wheels I Will Be Safe. I Am Very Tired, Very Banal, Very Confused. I Do Not Know Who I Am Tonight. I Wanted To Walk Until I Dropped And Not Complete The Inevitable Circle Of Coming Home.