no.........
It is so cold........
"Have you ever thought about the two men at the barrel?"
"ummmmm no....."
Sometimes my bud can be rather obtuse....
"You know..... "" those guys over there....""....
"Okaaay.... how about we get a bagel?""
"Naaahhh..... something is going on with him and his bagels..welll not so much any more..."
"I know....all the those regulations on everything...."
"I mean....how hard is it to make a bagel that isn't hard..?"
"Yeah......even the Detective was complaining..."
"I mean....."
THE SILENT SEA..... was so silent.......
'The wind on the back of my neck was so gooooood'....as I turn toward the milling throng who wander the streets of the City... drugged up, musiced up, mediad up, flimsy cloths that substitute for taste... living in a cocoon of "me"....
"LOOK AT ALL THOSE IDIOTS....."
"SHAKE OUT OF IT!!!".....
His hand is on my shoulder.....shaking me....shaking me.....
"LOOK AT THEM!!! !!"
"LOOOOOK AT THEMMM!!! ... LOOOK AT THE FOOL S THAT LET PEOPLE GO TO PLACES GAWDAWFUL TOOOOOO
DIE!!!!
The wash of the Silent Sea on my back as.....yet again.....another cruiser grav lifted from the water that was dead aeons ago......washed.....over my back....
"I'm sorry....."
"It's ok....... Let's get an coffee at .....what is the name of your place...?"
I mean.......
The SILENT SEA........ how many worlds can there be?.... I lecture to my students....
Almost of them are attentive....but the codpieces or the cameltoes of the first year people distract them....
One day.....I was walking from the lecture hall.....ICE 001.... and commented to a handsome young man that 'girls like pink shirts'....
And he replied.... with a small laugh....
"Yeah....when I want a date I wear this shirt....."
I know how to hurt
I know how to heal
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No one ever died from MY..... wanting too much
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start,........
And if THEY....'re....ve...not...strong enough
Then....together she and I could take the world apart, we could...
People like us
Know how to survive
There's no point in living
If you can't feel the life
We know when to kiss
And we know when to kill
If we can't have it all
Then nobody will
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start, then where?
And if you're strong enough
Together we.....YOU PROFESSOR....and she....WE... could take the world apart.....
SUCH A PERFECT PLACE TO START.........
I know how to heal
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No one ever died from MY..... wanting too much
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start,........
And if THEY....'re....ve...not...strong enough
Then....together she and I could take the world apart, we could...
People like us
Know how to survive
There's no point in living
If you can't feel the life
We know when to kiss
And we know when to kill
If we can't have it all
Then nobody will
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start, then where?
And if you're strong enough
Together we.....YOU PROFESSOR....and she....WE... could take the world apart.....
SUCH A PERFECT PLACE TO START.........
the calm......the water betides......
I got up this mornin' check my kub.....
I was checkin' on the surfin' scene
To see if I would go
And when the kub tells me that the surfin' is fine
That's when I know my baby and I will have a good time
Surfin' is the only life the only way for the people who walk the boulevards of Mega City.....
Now surf
Surf with me
now....in the sur of the City TOPSIDE.....
with the algae farms....
From the early morning to the middle of the night
Any time the surf is up the time is right
Your cameltoe or my codpieciece is fine....
We're going surfin'
On the algae farms of Mega City West.....
Surfin' is the only life the only way for me
Now surf
Surf with me
Mega City West.....
Mega City EAST........
Now the dawn is breaking and we really gotta go
But we'll be back here very soon 'cuz you...YOU......YOU.... you better know
THAT WAX ON MY BOARD can take the great fish.....of MEGA CITY WEST OCEANIC FARMS.......
The unusually warm, but normally wet air feels good against my face as I inhale the smells and sounds of the city many stories below me....
The warm, wet air feels good against my shoulders, against my neck, against my chest.....as I lean over the balustrade of my apartment and look down at the unending throng that heaves and surges through the streets of MegaCity Wes
Pushing with both hands,
.....................I shove the plex windows further apart
......................................... so that the slight, warm breeze can bathe the apartment;
.................................................. ...........ridding it somewhat of the vaguely ozone tainted air that continually circulates through the kilometers high metal of the massive city.
The fog that is settling on the city feels good as I run my fingers through my hair, rinsing it of the chlorine of the tapwater that courses the untold billions and billions of apartments that are piled and piled and piled on each other ad infinitum.
The Chinee lady smiles at me, just as she smiles at me every few hours.... from the side of the blimp that floats down the canyon streets advertising the latest sound downloads....
'I wonder who she is.....?'
A bumboat floats lazily by also and....'I think I'll get a little something'.
I wave my hand and the fellow promptly puts the thing in reverse and with a few skillfull moves of alternating propellors and he lays the bumboat alongside my window...not even scratching the skin of the building.
"What will it be sir?" with a tip of his woven bamboo hat.....
"Give me a little of what you like...not a lot, I need to hit the sack....but give me something that you like..."
"Oh.......ok.....mmmmmm what DO I like?" he replies and strokes the side of his nose.....
"Oh ok...what about..."
"No..." I reply, "just give it to me....I want to be surprised...it's such a nice night out...."
"Yes, yes, it is that." he says while he busily opens various pots and jars and soon hands me a medium sized carry pot...
"That'll be 5 creds if you don't mind sir...."
Stepping back into the apartment I pick up a few chits from the dining table...rather covered with junk...it takes a few minutes to find them....and I hand them across to the fellow.
"Keep the change."
"Thank YOU Sir!"
"No....thank you! I'm sure it will be marvellous.....especially given the mood of the night..."
He shoves the bumboat off and soon he, and it, are lost in the garish lights that festoon the kilometer high walls of 17th avenue...Mega City West.
I kind of snuggle my hip onto the balustrade and began savour the pot-pourri that he decided was what he liked best.....and....I must say that I quite agree with his judgement...
"Just what was that he made........hmmmmmmm............"
The warm moist fog is stealing into my apartment and is wrapping me in a soft silky blanket as I drift off to sleep......
........................................
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH.........
WE.......can take the world across..............................
across................................
THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH............
And yet.......are they ready..........................?
woodsmoke