sitting by the window cars roar by trucks deliver groceries with a banging of ramps and containers and backup signals pierce waves of cars wash over me in sound as lights change occasional distant voices flaot in I look out across the dark parking lot try to accept these noises as part of nature's ebb and flow like waves on the beach try to find something soothing in it. well, the warm air does caress my skin, seems fresh and alive, so I accept that

Tom Coleman ( tomcoleman, May 2, 2001 6:06:26 PM )

sentience is sent askew as the weather shifts and pollen wafts on the south wind blooms barrage my eyes and bargain with my sense for dominance birds beckon in beautiful tones tripping lightly over eardrum as skin is softly skimmed by sunshine into welcome arms of spring

Tom Coleman ( tomcoleman, May 2, 2001 6:07:51 PM )

when its hard to think of anything else its that feeling in your stomach that connects straight to the center of your brain it seems or perhaps all around the skull like a sinus headache but rubbing the temples doesn't work evict the moneychangers the charlatans "the great idol with the golden head!" (see David Bromberg) he has the perfect music for this, kinda fat bass lines, a perverse attitude and lots of it lots of grit and skill and flexibility but no commercial viability now I lost track well the stream rolls on and you have to climb out to return to where you been but the stream will go on, and unless you want to carry your boat on your back, you're gonna have to find another