Rob Ayling writes: "Thom the World poet, is an old mate of mine from way back in my history. Even pre-dating Voiceprint, when I was running "Otter Songs" and Tom's poetry tapes and guest appearences with Daevid Allen, Gilli Smyth, Mother Gong are well known and highly regarded. It just felt right to include a daily poem from Thom on our Gonzo blog and when I approached him to do so, he replied with in seconds!!!Thom is a great talent and just wants to spread poetry, light and positive energy across the globe. If we at Gonzo can help him do that - why not? why not indeed!!"
when someone dies,things fall
there is no one new to hold them up at all
let go of all the little wars/every thing you owned
must find a new home.Objects outnumber us.
They are adamant about time and demand space.
They will not relent,change,negotiate.At times
we have to purge,spring clean,let go,release-
as we age,and cannot hold the weight of things
moving brings despair-where will my books live?
Stories that still sing to us must leave like lovers
There is no room in the bed of your head
as you contemplate extinction /diminution-a lessening
of space to hold what is most precious to you
Less time to count the flowers/now you weed the garden
Things become duty-you wish to leave
So now grievers must sift your stories
and file under "F" for FORGET..
I BEGAN TO REALIZE MY ONLY ENEMY WAS TIME
it ran out of the room,crying.I did not mean to embarrass clocks
by this sand,these rented sundials,the idle sleeping afternoons
If i had known when my train of skin was leaving
i would have only changed my destination to HEAR and YES
i still do not know.Some carriages (of thoughts)have already left
My train (of feelings)is derailed.If i disturb you by mentioning ends
it is just this is so unexpecte
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