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)
VIRAL VERBAL VIDEOS
(w/Parkour Punctuation!)
In another(jazz)world-a stranger comes to town
Blows
saxophone solos(sometimes-a Jericho trumpet
Word
jazz spit spout spurt-Blow Baby Blow!
Pre-electric,acoustic
as breath
Her
solo was God stopping death
via
lightning notes/speak!
Now,as
we amplify louder(larger than life
We
make smaller simultaneously-
iphone,cameraphone,digital
LEARNING
FROM AIRLINES
Overbook
everything
Too
much is never enough
Mind
motion time space
The point of the
journey is to move.
YOU
BETTER BE MOVING!
When
Belle Starr entered the humidor/the room entered her.Red hair.Red dress.Red
shoes.Well read
Whiskered
smokers in deep lounge chairs were well shocked as they watched her stock their
shelves
One
by one they imagined themselves cigars in her hands.Some Cuban and
foreign
Some
home grown domestic as Tennessee tobacco plantations
Sir
Walter Raleigh enters the room and stops.His broad leafed laughter erupts in the
middle of their sticky voyeur session
He
had costumed her as red to his green/bud to her blossom/Knight to her
day
They
smiled.They laughed.They walked away
I
WAS A STUDENT OF DEATH.She taught me all i know
I
learned that breathing is important(but only as far as it goes
And
when it stops-you are on your own!
DI
CH OT OM Y?
To
get here,it took all i owned
I
pawned,borrowed,begged and stole
Only
then when I was reminded
how
temporary is treasure/trauma
Did
i dare hold my own emptiness
as
proof of permanence.
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