posted on January 14, 2006 at 2:24 am

hot day again
we bathe in a sea pool
we see a chameleon octopus
dark in crevice
beige against sand
absolute waterfront location
for 3oo bucks a year
you getcha own keys
come and swim
ANYTIME
hot summer nights
nudity
champagne
ecstasy
tragic drownings
dont blame me
theres that piper to pay
but until a giant octypus
drags ya down
while ya loaded
and drownin’

well……..
now im off to buy some fixative
sure sk, nudge , nudge
no i mean the stuff that
ya have to spray on
to make the pastels stick
to the paper
otherwise it falls off
or smears up
so ya gotta fixx its ass
once
AND
frall
nevermind all that
what would i know
a few years back
i thought pastel
was blackcurrant
and covered in icing sugar
and came in a little tin
for a sore throatie
AND
a sweet toof
i usually have both
my sweet toof is legendary
stephen cummings said in an interview
the 1st time he met me
iwas reading the bhagavad gita
and knocking down a carton of custard
talking of that gent
didja know he wrota book
and i(slightly changed)
am in that book
actually im a kinda komposite
of about 3 people

note to my real regs
the chosen ones
the ones who have my ear
the ones with affinity
yeah you know who you are
capt emission and co
someone i loathe more than pea brain rockers
are ya ready…..
ROB THOMAS
enuff said
diatribe deleted by my conscience
cmon sk
lay some poetry on us, maaan
give some of tha straynge stuff
yeah but hang a minute
this bloggs for free
gratis
POETRY COSTS MONEY
it dont grow on fucking trees
this is a blog
its my diary
its my impressions
its whatever i think
now, mah sweet baybee
if ya want some poetry
maybe
just
maybe
i can rustle something up for ya
look
i aint got nothing prepared
ok
im just gonna make it up
as i go along
are you ready
the poem will begin soon
copyright control
dont download this poem my friend
or i’ll have a big pack o lawyers
cancelling your passport and credit
cards
before you can say
go rimbaud
go rimbaud
ok
(NO this still aint the poem
please be patient)
so no nicking me prose poem
no quotin’ it to yer special laydy
and saying yeah did ja like that
mmmmm no i knocked it off meself

dont try that
just enjoy ok?
just appreciate the hell out of it
give it some in yer life, brunhildy
take it to yer heart, disgruntled crunch fan of bogna regis
try this then baby chile of honeysville
ok
after a preamble like that
the pressure on yer humble grumbler
to deliver some goodes
maybe i should be a preamble specialist
easier than pomes
you can boss the audience around more
anyway
i should bloody well
knuckle down
write mah pro’s pome
and split to yonder arty supply shoppe
(still a hot bus ride away)
get me fix
and get
home
where i belong

poem
i am already in another world
with you
we meet on the shore
the sun is so weak
the sky is so close
what did you bring with you
i ask
you smile
you point to the birds
oh
i say
anything else
you smile again
you open your tiny white hand
you are holding a little box
open it
you say
inside its empty
the box was my life
you say
the emptiness is love

something huge moves in the sea
when i look back
youre gone

just givin ya some space
to change from poetry
back to blog
anyway
i have to let it do what it wants
but
look
i promise therell be
a good blog real real soon
i love ya
sk

25 Responses to “adventures in the blog trade”

  1. avatar
    mike | 14 January 2006 at 3:26 am #

    sk has a sweet tooth – I never would have guessed! Enjoy the custard!

  2. avatar
    esskayer | 14 January 2006 at 5:15 am #

    Hmmm, wonder if I’m a real reg? How would I know, unless I get mentioned like Cap. Mission? Well i hope so. Spent hours n’ hours on those Choich song parodies. I hope somebody appreciates ’em (wink). Another one comin’ soon, I can feel the inspiration starting to whirl around.

    May I suggest another skewed takeoff on The Choich and The Crunch?

    Ready??? THE LURCH.

    Why? Well, I don’t know, wasn’t he a character from The Munsters, and he kind of hobbled around like the olde rockahs, and moved somewhat slowly like the release schedule for the last couple albums? 😉

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 5:42 am #

    Omigod- Rob Thomas….That thing he did w/ Carlos Santana was pure evil. (and not in a good way, either)
    (And Matchbox 32 er whatever- don’t get me started on those “number” bands)
    They should both meet an imminent and tragic demise.
    🙂

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 6:01 am #

    Wow.
    The ‘pome’ definitely lived up to the rambling preamble.
    Well worth the wait.
    It captured some of that essential thing we reach for,
    That elusive bittersweet warmth.
    The very reason we listen so faithfully.

    Yes, I loved it
    Thanks.

  5. avatar
    esskayer | 14 January 2006 at 6:27 am #

    There’ll never be a blogger quite like you
    I’m so involved I hope that you don’t sue
    Don’t think any good will ever come of this
    Don’t say my last comment is worse than it is

    Back in Steve’s Blog-olis
    Straights and Bohemians
    Where the pot plants grew
    And back in Steve’s Blog-olis, no straight can ever hop on us
    When the ranting is through

    He stare’s down at this crowd from his “alt” keys
    And when he spelled they tried to spell like Steve
    And when he typed they scrambled for some peace
    And when he’s irked he will just hit DELETE

    Back in Steve’s Blog-olis
    Straights and Bohemians
    Where the pot plants grew
    And back in Steve’s Blog-olis, no straight can ever hop on us
    When the ranting is through
    And back in Steve’s Blog-olis, talk about a rocker lost
    In an Australian zoo
    And back in Steve’s Blog-olis, some comments are anonymous
    What’s it all leading to?

    The next blog’s only a day away
    We should read tomorrow night….

    (crowd starts to boo as Esskayer slinks away, unphased by the groans of disapproval. He will be back again with an even more sacriligious display of ineptitude) XXOO Esskayer

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 6:27 am #

    bumbling trying the blogger fugger I send you an a non mouse note.

    The great flood of New Years Eve 006 nearly swept my art work onto the arc. The watery grave loomed at my threshold where I politely said, “Don’t come in here.” It obeyed receding nearly as quickly although not as fiercely as it crested at dawn.

    Hippy Nude Year to you and every buddie here, you lovers of the finest arts on earth. A frightening friday the thirteenth on ya too.

    Take it easy with the Fix (and no huffing)..try a paper cover until you frame it.

    Early mornings and long days are worth the while in fine art….some lines I draw are quite straight in my enjoyable 9-5 ipod earbud listening studio. Makes me Nah straight but ‘straighemian’.

    The Lurch once had a family piccie with gawd arful lighting- competing with The Adams Family they were. Richard as ‘cousin it’ didn’t appear.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 6:43 am #

    You mean the Rob Thomas, “I don’t wanna be lonely no more, a whoa oh oh oh”? That freakin’ Rob Thomas? He MUST be lonely if he sings songs like that….shiste.

    Until I stop having probs with Blogging in, I’ll remain a non mouse.

    LG

    PS Your bro has a great idea! Publish your diary, and with artwork ‘n stuff. ‘n yeah, I’d probably pay to read yer ‘blog-ary’ from time to time. You have a way of ‘drifting me off to sleep’. ‘Lil joke there.

  8. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 14 January 2006 at 7:41 am #

    just thought i’d put a shout out to the choich
    me going a little crazy up here in LHC
    thinking but not knowing who is going to pick me up
    me thought it was written in sanskrit
    me thought DM was coming first
    me thought seeing you in Tel Aviv
    me thoughts are driving me wild
    just wanted you to know what is going on in this man’s head
    love always and forever,
    M.J.N.J.R.

  9. avatar
    captainmission | 14 January 2006 at 7:49 am #

    That was a lovely poem.
    The preamble was rather lovely to.
    And the postamble, was rather nice.
    I don’t know any Rob Thomas’s but I take your word on it.

    Surfs pretty special today, sends you it’s love

  10. avatar
    Ade | 14 January 2006 at 8:26 am #

    oh please! no more parodies like that one of ‘My Troppy Louse’, I can’t bear it.

    Anyway, yes Steve, Tob Rhombus is definitely the King of All Things That Suk. Another ‘Radio Friendly Unit Shifter’ in the same league of anyone who is linked to that ‘idol’ thingo – or anyone who’s auditioned. Cripes.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 8:48 am #

    Oh geez, another tired lament of bubblegum pop stars. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, these “musicians” or the people wasting their breath (and the space in these comments) making fun of them. Rob Thomas sucks! (yawn) Matchbox 23–corporate sellouts! (yawn)………

  12. avatar
    buzby | 14 January 2006 at 9:06 am #

    rob thomas is a little boy in nyc… i can tell you that. saw him at 7th ave and 49th st. looking like a deer in headlights. pussy. anyway, nice haircut.

    sooo. anyway.. i would consider myself a fan, except that i’m increasingly embarassed by the rampant ass kissing that’s going on here. do you really want this? do you need this? i’m not sure i want to know. it’s weird to me because… as much as i love your music… really you are just an artist to me. not to be pacified with patronizzzzing. but, what do i know… maybe you suck it up.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 10:14 am #

    I could see your poem as I read it.

    Hear the ocean.

    Men don’t try to understand them.

    I found the poem beautiful.

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 12:24 pm #

    Esskayer, with lyrics like that all you need is someone to back you with a glockenspiel and your’ll make a million.
    I look forward to the next one.

  15. avatar
    12str | 14 January 2006 at 12:43 pm #

    oh dear!!
    isnt the essence of artistery to speak your mind…a wish to make an impression..to take your influences and mix it with yourown experiences to hopefully create something that influences others, a sort of unconditional thought implantation…you manage to touch some while others remain untouched…thats the beauty of it all…i personally admire the integrity of artists like sk, and the way he paints the world with music,words and colours.
    regards
    12str

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 1:17 pm #

    Hey come on what’s wrong with Rob Thomas from Blink 20

    God is Dead
    Nietzsche

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 1:27 pm #

    Nietzsche is Dead
    God
    And remember if your not wasted the day is!
    Beautiful Poem Steve

  18. avatar
    krissythegroupie | 14 January 2006 at 2:52 pm #

    I went ta art school man, and that fixative (or any of the sameish) can really make artwork f-u-n! Yay for killing brain cells! Oh, and speaking of art work, your stuff is fucking beautiful. Sheesh.

  19. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 14 January 2006 at 4:09 pm #

    Absolutely stunning poem, Steve. It immediately triggered a great amount of wistfulness inside of me. Very impressed. We create our little perfections/confections, and then forever yearn to live inside of them. Best of all, your poem made me smile. Thanks for joining my coffee and starting my morning off right! Love you, man! Pucci

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 6:14 pm #

    Have to agree with Adam on the rampant ass sucking going on here. SK is no god, he’s just one of us but with the ability to write beautiful music, poetry, and lyrics; play guitar, bass, keyboards; sing (really good); paint; have his own blog comedy routine; and soon to be act in a major motion picture. Nothing spesh about this guy at all. So I say only “faint praise” should be allowed from now on, no butt munching.

  21. avatar
    captain kirk | 14 January 2006 at 7:06 pm #

    Many of us here have the same abilities as him but can’t show them… or aren’t recognised for them. Much sadder.

  22. avatar
    Laurie | 14 January 2006 at 8:57 pm #

    It’s merely a challenge when I say ‘and no huffing’. It’s like when your parents say when to come home from the party…. Subconciously, I put the medium next do my drink so I can occaissionally mistake the two and nearly drink the medium. A whiff of medium is a rather nice pick me up…*cheeky smile.

    LG

    Bottom munching. hm. thought we were friends. Love you too Stevie. So, where were we? I could contact my (well connected) friends who own Grotto films for you…..say the word.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2006 at 10:19 pm #

    The poem was wonderful, matched my rainy day mood perfectly. Thank you! (Also, LOVE BWTB!!!)

    Coriena

  24. avatar
    google the ghost | 14 January 2006 at 11:38 pm #

    Ok, I found who you’re talking about.
    Maybe he’ll cover ‘Stairway to Heaven’ one day and have a major melt down. But with all those pretty pictures of perfection, I doubt it.

  25. avatar
    wytch | 15 January 2006 at 6:44 am #

    did you write that for me?
    Blessed be


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