Sunday, January 12, 2020

JIMTOM JAMES

jimtom james with bruce hodder at a bedroom tax protest in Northampton a few years ago


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On the edge, of the road, At the far reaches,
There is, in some : an
internal
rainbow.
The dreams, of heart
still flow,
faith is foundation.

Better is.
Love threads thro' everything.
If is ignored...

Chaos, where now we be.

Haven't heard from.
Haven't heard, from.
Hardly far, from.

This : no granpa Moses.
Terror. In : tact.

Night nomad.
Roamer.
"In the cold, unfeeling, red-lit streets."
Bless the rain, to wash
away

the humane detritus.
The Magic Bus
Hiatus,
down the plug-hole drains.

With the twirl determined,
by the Equator.

Eternal force.
Non-exploitative.

Black, oil, liquid gold.
Pop all of the bubble-wrap.
All the Eat'ser chocolate,
in one go.

O!, I cry, to the
Alma Mater.
Dramatis
Personae.
Some, fighting : Blood on the Streets;
Car-tune fog bound.
While in private bedrooms,
endemic hurt, goes on...
Amidst all the Clamour,
no-one is known, or heard.

Inuring the individual,
from the individual...
Seconds, time in sand...

Turn About ?
Jimtom...say? 




December 4, 2019.


****************copyright Jimtom James 2019

Jimtom James is a poet, performer, broadcaster and organiser of cultural events like the annual Bardic Picnic. His radio show Jimtom...say? on NLive radio can be heard on alternate Saturdays between 5 and 7pm.

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