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!!" (The wondrous poetpic is by Jack McCabe, who I hope forgives me for scribbling all over it with Photoshop)
On the very last day
Hiccuping sun jaggedly arose
one thin as toast musician slipped on buttery streets
to jam on Congress/6th. Mattered little those stacked fears of lemming herrings
less the gridlocked and unlocked cars parked
more that the air was sweetened by addition of flutes and guitars
(it could have been the first day - and it was - before the birth of death
and his such urgent accomplices Time and Fate.
Laughed she @absurdity of evacuees.Katrina understood-but Red Alerts
just made her pine for Rainbow Festivals/where Art Outside
allowed both Stevia and Honey songs to rise morning light.
Coax that recalcitrant day, hooked and golden!
Tai Chi skies, now singing the blues
Yoga attunements threading harmonies among humans
This is why she still stands slow in rush hours, hands outstretched in supplication
Every day is our last day.every night dream our first breath. Stand! Sing!