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


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

LANDS OF "USED TO BE" and "I REMEMBER!"

Used to be no longer exists.Foreclosed.Evicted.Possessions littering streets
I remember left town with debts.Memory an unreliable mistress.Gilds lilies.Forgets
Both accomplices in dangerous territories-uncharted.Monsters lurk here.Deep Waters.
Drown in Regrets.Egrets on surfaces,fishing for compliments.
Ancestors rely upon your misrepresenting them."Noble Savages"
Grandfathering children when parents atomic split(again)
Nuclear turns to compound -al/chemical bondings break down
You can not glow backwards.Genies do not fit in bottles
Ships sink .Planes crash.Cars collide.Every day.Every night
clicks like a billiard cue.What to do?On Islands Of Moments,momentary
We step and we step again against the tides.Heraclitus cries.Xerxes @Golds Gym.
pushing the river/blowing up mountain tops.Nature has fled,leaving huddled city camps.
Deserts return,reclaiming wilderness.Floods make us non-materialists.
Today is tomorrow's future.Yesterday a hit retro-Beatles.
but even he is more than 64,and john has gone forevermore.Ever More.
Grief and regrets belong to Edith Piaf.Strange Fruit still with a Black President.
Before seeking some sane Presidential Candidate,find what can be done with this "Democratic"one
Unless you are still in love with Camelot.Someone has lost the plot.
Reality TV is not.

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