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, December 10, 2010

my briefs

sun sleeping
catches colds
morning newspaper
PLOPS!
sound wakes up
shivers
first walker
creaks
roar of engine
dinosaurs burning!
black pin prick stars
one balloon moon
blue  to light
pre-dawn silences
alarm clock
chainsaws dreams
drink night in
coffee steam
break  fast
slowly
reverence
for what is lost.

AFTER GOLD NOON
suns volume golden
solar energy exchanges
warmed this memory
bronzed .leaves.decays.

WATER YOU
so still
i did not see you move
tear dropped
sweat gland
pool.

AIR  PORTS
what once was has departed
now fear cage stop take off
shoes belt coat laptop
be treated like a criminal
for wanting to fly

watching
this world like a movie-
so many stars.no intermission.

we hug in silence
cuddle under covers
old lovers.

clothes on our floor
discarded faster
than our need to wear
each other

less the taste of mangoes-
more memories of past kisses

moths now wear the suit i was given
All Holey Religion!

occasionally,one flea reminds me-
Great Plagues.Tell me
do they compare lovers?

Mother now-her body
serves different lovers

the spark of argument
fires words into silences.

every street smells different
when remembering

my cat content to chase
and never catch.like her owner.

my dream pillows fluff cloud nights
into sharpened pin prick stars.

to water/feeling she will understand
she has moved me before.still again.

hold you in my eyes and ears
lose you to others attentions

varieties of tomato democracy-
heirloom and factory.

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