Saturday, October 23, 2004

Relaxing in the dentist's chair

Getting my teeth cleaned under nitrous gives me a chance to think.

Not lineal thought

all at once, cascading, kaliedscopic thought.

At the end with clean teeth,

and feeling vaguely disassociated despite the oxygen,

I'm left with single word insights that capture the my time in the dentist's chair.




Write Sid today - address Tom

It's just business

They sought me out

mileage: 293.3

It never seems to mean anything once the oxygen hits the fore brain. Sort of like dreaming you've written a masterpiece and feeling it dissolve as you awaken.

Friday, October 22, 2004

Home again from NYC

Back from NYC.

Big Deals

Times Square stuffed with media

A hole in the sky where the towers once were

When I was young and in the city for THE BIG JOB

This all seemed so special.

Now it's just business.