posted on January 27, 2015 at 10:58 pm
Photo on 27-01-15 at 10.09 PM

white flood

i’m glowing in the dark baby

i came in out the rain

the sea and the salt have rusted my metals

in weed and in foam now let me adorn you

the clinging brine has swept into my eyes and blindsided me

the rushing sand that comes with the storm

the coldness of the onset of the drop

temperature plummets out of the night sky

chemical smell of the fix on bright paper

i chart the rise and fall of civilisations within a single drop

i am only the messenger sent out who forgets the message

in a sudden flash i am revealed turquoise and grotesque

in meaningless symbols a download into your sweet head

in rambling storeys let me describe my fathers house

in trails of vapoured souls a fabulous picture emerges

in dells and dales we will walk with the beloved one

in frequent squalls the winds will reach 100 knots and undo them all

in a laneway of a street i met up with an old friend in for the long hall

in a bar where lovers drink milk of amnesia and touch each others faces

in a vacant lot a lot of strange things were going on

i come to you as before damp and bewildered

ashore for the night my uniform is lost

a miracle in the darkness has increased my appetite

the more i have the hungrier i become

goodbye to sugar goodbye to wine

goodbye to honey goodbye to awful things

the rain has a peculiar sound and it makes everything so quiet

i am so alone in my room full of odds and ends

no evens or beginnings in sight

the night is my lovely friend though i know it tho its young

drifting swirling storms i welcomed you with opened arms

the starfish in rockpools are slightly trembling as shots hit the surface

i am embraced by the tide under a wave i promise to be braver

i am drowned in the wrecked bed of devouring dreams  streaming live

the black waters hammer the land i cant say i really planned to stay

in lyonesse i knew a beautiful spell much less than yesterday

your window ever open someday maybe i will magically reappear

bringing you diamonds from the minds and life from a spear










11 Responses to “after the deluge”

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    Cath | 27 January 2015 at 11:24 pm #

    you always pull the ace! None be wittier that the wittiest.
    i am so alone in my room full of odds and ends
    no evens or beginnings in sight….

    hope they make an interesting picture ….wait they already did..

    look what washed upon the shore of this night , but a day later then the one before, just a rain drop more to hit the floor in a slow arcing infinity mirroring the earth and all that is in it! Long live the fabulous pictures, if the page can but hold them, many too splendid to fall into form, distant like star flakes calling at dawn!
    Ping pong.Ace. 🙂

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    Chris | 27 January 2015 at 11:29 pm #

    you are on a roll my friend….intriguing how the muse rises and falls, comes and goes…like the susurating surf…crash swoosh smash subside….a lightning rod for insight

  3. etta
    etta | 28 January 2015 at 5:19 am #

    Love how squalls undo themselves. Please dont dis’spear!

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    Kraig | 28 January 2015 at 6:24 am #

    My last two logged in posts in past few weeks went missing? Am i being blocked and why? I’ve said nothing bu nice things plus thanking you guys for my package that took a year to get here. Whatever

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      Anonymous | 29 January 2015 at 8:41 am #

      Could be like some of my posts from time 2 time -I have poor internet connection, so the system drops out s it is sending, resulting in lost comments or duplicate comments when i hit the arrow back button so I don’t have 2 retype.
      Sometimes this blog has lost some doozies of info that on initual thoughts I was happy to share but not to retype the experience when the connection black spots occur.

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    bernadette keys | 28 January 2015 at 5:23 pm #

    That’s beautiful

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    always@meetsdeadlines | 29 January 2015 at 12:13 am #

    This has meaning in so many ways.

    Your luminescence, it protects you. You’re so bright now, you don’t even exist sitting there.

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    Anonymous | 29 January 2015 at 8:32 am #

    Yes there was a flood of white shirts at work y’day.
    Some1 even commented ‘it is a room full of white shirts in there’ or was it ‘wall to wall of white shirts’.

    Is that adorned with seaweed or pot weed… seafoam

    One day the window will be closed and all that was once there will be gone.

  8. etta
    etta | 30 January 2015 at 6:51 am #

    Well sung, hon. Admittedly i attended initially with some reservation (dont deal heroin) but in keeping an open heart felt further and deeper in my heart as the evening wore on that i reject death penalty anywhere for anyone.i dont care what they have done.Life imprisonment when deserved but not execution.

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    Bec | 30 January 2015 at 6:50 pm #

    keep on weaving that spell you’ve got us under, Steve….
    love always xx

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