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, January 13, 2012

VIGNETTES

Marsha.You were married once-maybe children(grown,gone
Gypsy you and your guitar.Alone
You tune and smile and sing/thin voice in glass air
where there is only love .Now. Hear?

MORNING MEMORIES

White milk bottles clatter to attention
Cream to the top/white water beneath


FARMER WANTS TO FLOOD
for irrigation crops.River wants to run(without stop
(It has an appointment with the deep)
Farmer has a market to sell crops
River is a gift(it must be leaving
Dam and slop.Sticks and slow.Stagnant as rock
When river stops,we go.


CRICK CRACK CREEK
Creek crackle stone river run
Tree bend in to slip streaming
I am a rock with my toes watering
Sky so low the trees claw marks
Trees so stretch they rule all available space
Water so cold i freeze blue chill to dream within
Elements all meet.Only i am leaving.


LAST SAW HER/leaning towards a future
(as if it were already tomorrow.She was fine
as if those diamonds came/from her gold mine
And every living creature of creation/bowed down
and worshiped her ad infinitum
Now we see/how easy it will be/to live between these lines
we once called"poetry"/is now what we cal"footsteps of the free"


EVERY PARKING METER
talks when all the lights go down
They stand so solitary when you feed them your coins and then
you leave them/only coming back like a lover/when your money is exhausted

IN GHOST TOWN
-stretch and yawn.Stand panhandling
for ghosts to pass/for new ghosts to follow.


THERE ARE PLENTY OF WORDS.(These are only some
If ever there is silence.Just call out!(More will come


EYE WILL WALK OUT OF MY DOOR
my house my home my past all that eye own
embrace unknowns like Donald Rumsfield

SMALL AS MIND
(and Light/on this Winter Planet.
"History must have a start".Let it be now,and here
as if there would not be an end.

TONIGHT WILL TWINKLE LIGHTS ON FOREIGN SHORES

Passports exchanged like contraband.Clock pulse/heart home/midnight 2 dawn.
Dreams change guard like UFOs behind smiling clouds

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