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Wednesday, 6 June 2018

THOM THE WORLD POET: The Daily Poem

Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, 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 Thom'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 within 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?

HITCHHIKING WITH THIS PILLED OUT TRUCK DRIVER
WE KEPT TALKING FOR HOURS TO KEEP HIM AWAKE
but were so happy when released/sure his life was on a shortened leash
Time we hitchhiked a car,and the rope kept breaking,until it was only a foot long
and we were driving down a hill towards a one lane bridge,with a truck coming down the other hill
Happily ,that truck sped up and crossed the thin bridge before we could collide
Like when my puny Volkswagon picked up hitchhikers,and a red sports car
went through a STOP sign directly at us.We were doomed!
Except the car behind us got angry at our slow uphill speed,overtook and crashed .
Like every time saved by circumstance,with no god to claim grace
and only luck to frustrate Destiny.Like standing next to a murderer on the main street.
Like those angry drunk Irish poets who punched out their audience.
Like the skin heads who beat up hippies in Manchester after midnight
Like every thin time with no money and no hope/saved by others
Like bending down to find actual money on the ground.
Like losing everything /just to feel alive again.
Like every secular miracle,every kindness /act of goodwill

Every feather of every bird impels us all-to learn to fly.Again..

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