may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Friday, September 3, 2010

ONE OF MY LIVES(is a movie unreeling spool by spool)

Squares are @fault Straight lines are guilty
The provisional Republic resigns tomorrow

SELECTED SILENCES-
the one before this(hesitant
One after(ambivalent
one between us(authoritative
one under us(they who went before
One that is not yet one(nascent,birthing
This one we share(end)

WITHDRAWAL is only time
over distance

DEATH resists definition.Differs for everyone
Unique .Anonymous.Even headlines rust

ARRIVING! Fresh flower bouquets /banquets between us
DEPARTING..forthcoming edited silences

BECAUSE my father drank oceans
I eat continents.

ELEMENTARY
How the eloquence of dirt
cedes to mining companies
How rocks resist politics
yet fall for avalanches
How water is apolitical
yet farmers war for more
How skies are neutral
as air forces dogfight
How a tree is a vote
for your self

SLIP THIS THIN WHITE GOWN OVER YOU
(of course we will tie up the stringed back)
Cold?You will feel everything! Now lay back upon this bed
Surrender all your powers to the staff.Trust us!(say the already dead...

NARCISSUS SEES end of my world(not THE
Every time i forget(more than me

SHADOWS BEFORE/they fall/downstairs/weigh no more
If Light and Sound are silent..how locate?

I RENTED THIS ISLAND(moment)(Sanctuary-
for no land bridge connects me to your past
I ask for futures.

SO MANY CARS(all second hand)
One day a first

PARKING METER.
It was not MY hotel
It was(for a night!).She was not MINE
She was-for a night.

THERE WAS SOMEONE IN HER PAST
His light let her dark
Now every second hand illumination
is only comparison companion

HABIT SAVES ME
In this Circus-9 Indian elephants
Women would ride behind their ears
(like riding waves of mermaids)
Men would lead with sticks to prod
(Elephants remember every one)

EACH NIGHT,A PILGRIMAGE(open mikes)
where strangers affectionate share circular songs
between the rectangles and oblongs

AS WE AGE,we age together.No clock can last as long as pulse
Hearts batteries flatten till we are/One fine line.One line.Fine.One.

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