Morning Glories~ November 1988

"The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was

Spawning snow and pink roses against it"

"The sunlight on the garden

Hardens and grows cold"

"We cannot cage the minute

Within its nets of gold"

"On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hand~

There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses"

So noir, so good...NIGHT MOVES

"The girl with a gilt complex...in flash fashions, metallica make-up.  Dazzling."

"The shining...silver adds polish to black, metals mix it up with bright. Radiant."

"Metal attraction...burnt bronze, solid gold.  Priceless."