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, April 22, 2011

PLANTING PHOTOGRAPHS

to remember my cat(buried her in backyard-
all memories need a home(so i bury photographs
as Italians have photos of their departed beloved
i bury poems in my garden /in trust they will mulch
all that is past into a future i can digest easily
You say they decay/fall apart/this art temporary as time
I only know i grow more by leaving more behind.

he leaves his body in his only house
she visits,laughs and jokes with him
he refuses food,waits for the crows
to carry him blackwards again
when thin,a string between his soul and hers
like tin can telephone childhood connection
she speaks into his tin ears(he hears!
he is alive again!

slim thin canoe for one
a coracle in oceans.We are fishing off the coast of time
running out of moments.Storms arise
we seek sanctuary cave/cove/harboring
decide to sing within the storm.Storm sings along(within

Now our waters bright with radiation.Fish glow off Alaska
Japan sends out votes against nuclear power.Earthquake zones shiver
Fault lines hold immortal waste forever.

Closed system.You cannot escape.Leave in a rocket/return in daze.

we are dancing with the human race/on the edge of cliffs /falling in waves
Doppler or Tesler ? which one saves?Ask Wilhelm Reich...(orgone plays)

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