posted on December 26, 2014 at 9:13 pm
jim jim

jim jim

 

my everlasting soul suddenly weary of the fork tongue world

i took sanctuary in a dream that seemed like a room

oh steven someone was saying now you got it all mixed up

some urban thoth weighing up my accomplishments

complete bird brain head machine man will match competitors offer

wild- party i was a child among such people

sydney: insistent rain and crack of thunder in limo with spirit

i alight on the reddest carpet dyed in the blood of poor soldiers no one remembers

i dressed in the warmest wooly suit of clubs of which tonight i am king

men and women come and go at my black and call

i snap my fingers impatiently

and i am attended and given advice etcetera

my marker is graduating purple window you see over my shoulder

i frown for all the poems that didnt consider me to write them down

someone offers me a drink no thanks i am straight i think

i announce to another empty room

under a single spotlight i cogitate and calculate something i cant remember

the answer is crucial to humanity now i wish i hadnt forgotten

you let us down! cries a voice from the darkness

oh leave him alone hes nearly finished anyway shouted an unseen mosquito

i really liked that song you know that one said a voice in my head

which one ? i asked the voice

come with me said a hand and i followed her name to the edge of the land

miraculous angel carved in a cemetery there

i shudder  in all my many lonelinesses

i cower from all possible futures

in some cheap hotel room i materialise with life in a suitcase

gosh suddenly i feel so tired i cant focus on the small prince

none of the numbers i know can ever reach anyone outside in the rain

i turn to my companions who have all (sadly) gone down the drain

well thats no good!  bellows my sergeant major out there imagined

day-mare what you have dreamt is that not what you meant..!

this christmas weather sultrier than any blonde dawn

the factories and chimneys outlined in haloes of flare

we were there

sister brother

we were there

 

 

 

10 Responses to “alluvial plane”

  1. etta
    etta | 26 December 2014 at 9:50 pm #

    No complaints! ;D

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    verdelay | 27 December 2014 at 7:26 am #

    In an idle world I’d take a day or so out of my oh-so-busy schedule* to shift my consciousness somewhat to starboard (e.g. smoke some ‘haddock’ or snort some crushed candy canes) and trawl through your esteemed blog in search of some primo off-cuts of rhyme and poesy; I’d sweep the corridors of this place and collect a dusky pile of the choicest prose-pomes; I’d Hoover up the carpets in all the long-forsaken rooms on the umpteenth floor and then pick through the bag for every onyx or obsidian word that had slipped though the cracks of your keyboard. And when I was done , I’d compile my findings, all your knocked-off noodlings, and I’d have myself a book. And I’d consider this book a worthy sequel to the oeuvre that started with Earthed**. And this entry today would be in it.

    v

    * my second son is four weeks old today
    ** Earthed: to this day one of my favourite books. A light and airy masterpiece of childlike wonder

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    Ingrid | 27 December 2014 at 9:35 am #

    Stunning and beautiful. Thank you for your precious prose that we are all so fortunate to
    experience. TTB is a most unique place to visit and one that is always brings me comfort, inspiration and delight. You really shine through here and I am grateful for your creativity you share with us all. Take care and I hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas. xxx

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    Chris | 27 December 2014 at 10:01 am #

    poetic genius….and you definitely ain’t no jim jim Lou….

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    Bec | 27 December 2014 at 1:01 pm #

    I can relate to your fatigue…..the world leaves me so weary sometimes
    Beautiful, Steve
    xxx

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    tearle | 27 December 2014 at 2:24 pm #

    Wish I could write like that. The Church is playing in Brisbane 🙂

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      Shane | 28 December 2014 at 12:27 am #

      Not many can write like this – a gift that only a few can do 🙂 And the Church are playing in Seattle too!!


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