I Write Only Because There

I Hate Technicolor. Everybody In A Technicolor Movie Seems To Feel Obliged To Wear A Lurid Costume In Each New Scene And To Stand Around Like A Clotheshorse With A Lot Of Very Green Trees Or Very Yellow Wheat Or Very Blue Ocean Rolling Away For Miles And Miles In Every Direction.

I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.

If Only I Knew What I Wanted I Could Try To See About Getting It.

Worse Even Than Your Maddening Song, Your Silence.

I Suppose I'll Always Be Over-vulnerable, Slightly Paranoid.