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Sunday, 10 May 2015

THOM THE WORLD POET: The Daily Poem


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 appearances with Daevid Allen, Gilli Smyth and 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)

POST ELECTION EMOTIONALISMS
"ANGEL FLYING SO CLOSE TO THE GROUND"
"INARTICULATE SPEECH OF THE HEART"
Every Country and Western Saccharine Sentiment
 about the loss of love/truck/car/dog/job/mind/life
and then when the bottle empties/jukebox art begins
to spin the bottle on a random circle jerk.If everything repeats
why is always just that little bit different?If we are programed,
where is the script?If brighter brains trained us to obey
why do we feel this illusion freedom?Questions do not answer us
I have a friend who lost her son.All her life=her love for him.
Some day she will go beyond loss-but not in this lifetime.
Loss never fills.Emotions are more than waves,drowning her.
Her flesh speaks of him in a way no lover can meet.
She made him,trained him,brought him up to speak
and he sang-in art ,in life as a game in which every body wins.
If she can deal with loss so philosophically-what of we
who only sing of sadness as a sweet melancholy?
Flesh knows more than speech.We learn as we breathe
There are words-but also sighs and signs of relief and release
This is why we reach-to the crash pad of each page day

and the unsung drunken dream of every drowning evening

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