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 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)
"HOLY HEJIRA"
steams of smoke
lives
from holy fire
river
curling foetus in
a sleeping sandstone
(we do not see
what is-only what remains
after the Great
Party in the Thunder Heavens
spills life into
stormclouds and cracked thunder pots
Is it true the
Hopi chose the worse desert spots
so no one would
disturb their worship their worship?
Away from
sound,where snake silence sleeps
There are fewer-so
each one has significance
Worship here
mountains,lost empty riverbeds,
arrowheads found
like feathers from tails of the bird of time
Detritus when the
function and the form fail
New tribes of
young souls seek distilled deserts
to face those
daemons within -here they can come out
so clear bright
eyed stars can see them.Then cities will fall,and fail
They must light
pollute so we cannot see what is.
Then they will
call "celebrities""stars"and forget who they really are-
star dust.
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