posted on January 17, 2011 at 1:21 pm


remade remodelled into someone elses image

the final dissolving stitches have gone

then the sky is let loose from the land

and the moon has escaped the sun

and woman completely separated beyond man

one minute a crocodile next minute a wolf

in the heat of summer days drowning in my own saltless sweat

i dont care for reason or duty or logic or order

i am the poet unhinged on whatever is necessary

i dont write it but i live it

not the great beast only a lesser one perhaps

pacing up n down n his cage of furniture and knick-knacks

i live my poetry aloud but it is unspeakable

no head should contain such opposites of good n evil

i unleash the mangy panther and he slinks off through the trees

the jungle is in my head of course

the future contains the past

and night turning into morning

a friend comes over but my friend is a 2 faced black cat

unlucky herself to ever cross my garden path i was leading her down

oh i see we’re alone so i can completely relax

oh i can just say or do whatever i like

because at this time of day the jungle is all encompassing

and i hunt through these rooms snarling under my silent breath

and i take whole sentences from poems i have not yet written

and chunks of instructions that i cannot follow

and messages from a nonexistent outside world

that is now only darkness and green leaves

is that ache in my chest where my music escaped

is that fog in my head where the ghosts have all gathered

the panther slides off of his tree

yes he is a panther yes he is mangy but a panther nonetheless

wild cruel selfish remorseless quite stupid in some ways

passing into penumbra shadow

at the junction of night and day

a thorn in one paw

the greediest bite

the animal has no manners

no conscience in this cat

only need for more

only restless hurting numbing need

only satisfaction of desire

only sleep which is black like death

the speed seems to have slowed me down

in the calm of an imaginary velocity

in the warm richness of a terrible energy

in the jungle fertile illusory chemical dangerous quiet

in the rooms neither empty nor full

i hear some prey escaping

and i’m off again

in an awful pursuit

41 Responses to “and god knows what else”

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    bionicanna | 17 January 2011 at 1:33 pm #


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    Lara | 17 January 2011 at 2:19 pm #

    A mere two-faced black cat seems no match for a panthewolfodile. Perhaps you are the three-headed chimera; I’m guessing that breathing fire is also one of your talents.


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    hellbound heart | 17 January 2011 at 2:34 pm #

    pacing in a space echoing with others……

    damn, steve

    love always….

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    evilren | 17 January 2011 at 2:40 pm #

    Jungle savagery, otherwise known as nepotism, cronyism, fascism, tryanny, totalitarianism, authoritarianism, absolutism, satanism, socialism, communism, tribalism and cannibalism, is based on jungle law which is, on pain of death, unconditional obedience to the absolute authority of the jungle savage with the power of life and death over all. I would guess we are witnessing a metamorphosis of Mr. Kilbey the poet.

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    eekie | 17 January 2011 at 3:01 pm #

    “the poet unhinged”

    Would make a great album title.
    Or painting title. (yeah, yeah, I know. I’m pushy. 😉 )

    Mangy or not, panthers are elegant, graceful, dangerous and just plain fucking gorgeous. What’s not to like?

    imaginator — Oh dear, I can’t help but hear this in Arnold Schwarzenegger voice….

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    Karen | 17 January 2011 at 3:13 pm #

    If I had a super power being able to change into any animal I wanted would be what Id choose .. we all have a mangy panther lurking inside

    Im not your mother but..
    your collar bones are very pronounced people say Im skinny & im 60 kgs & 5/7…Im sure my collar bones dont protude like that maybe you need more rice milk In your panther saucer

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 17 January 2011 at 3:30 pm #


    A cat has nine lives, each one for the paths they crossed that did not turn out to be eventful, or just plain dreadful. It would be so hard to gage the amount you still posses as I replay some of your history in my head. There was that deed, oh…who can forget those moments…self-discovery or inner depletion. I don’t know my friend. It is hard for me to predict or even count the lives you have at your disposal. You have lived for thousands of years…traveled to far away galaxies and back before tea…tasted the fruit of your lushous labor, and the bitterness of tragedies turn sour. I do know this, if I was a cat, out there amongst the wild and untamed, I still would have found you… along with so many of us all, and if possible…gave you some of my lives that I would still have left…as long as I can hold on to this one for a wee bit longer…

    Darrin K.

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      Lisa | 18 January 2011 at 6:39 am #

      Darrin I really like your comment. Very eloquent. For me it conjours up ‘Cat People’.

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      Lyndall | 18 January 2011 at 12:00 pm #

      Loved your comment too Darrin – take care and much love Lx

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 January 2011 at 12:54 am #

        Thanks…Lyndall and Lisa…that was very nice. Cats Rule !!!!

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    Lisa | 17 January 2011 at 3:42 pm #

    I feel your words…love this one Steve.

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    Crasher | 17 January 2011 at 4:36 pm #

    Think I know a little of what you’re doing and saying Steve.Been there done that ..twice 1977 -79 and 1997 -99. I’m 56 too. Not judging…careful you don’t smack yourself around too much..

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    sarah | 17 January 2011 at 4:57 pm #

    There’s Shiva smacking the meal down on the table in front of us! damn straight! Love the rawness of it. Love the reality of it. Love the deep capacity for self refection that simply roars out of this poem. Love the metaphors you use. The pain and passion….the honestly….and the humility. What a mirror of humanity!! So fucking real. I love it. I think I am a better human being now…. and I need some meat, too! Thanks for just being YOU, Steve. You are a complexity of Joy. thank-you…

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    Anonymous | 17 January 2011 at 5:56 pm #

    lol Lara, that reminded me that i wrote a poem about Gore Vidal named Chimera!!! thankyou…i shall have to dig it up… i love these lines in the poem…
    ‘sky is let loose from the land
    and the moon has escaped the sun’

    ‘in the calm of an imaginary velocity’ (just glorious)

    i dunno, you could drop the ‘shadow’ in there..unless you wish to explain it, ..i recently dropped green after using verdant in a poem…i thought, bugger it, if my readers don’t know they can look it up!..but its describing a bit of the shadow..THAT was a stroke of genius!

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    Pete | 17 January 2011 at 5:56 pm #

    I read your blogs now & then Steve and (maybe stating the bleedin’ obvious) you seem to be in quite a lot of pain & turmoil. I really hope you find your way to a more comfortable/peaceful place. Hope that doesn’t sound patronising, I’ve endured my fair share of pain & turmoil. God works for me but I know not everybody’s cup of tea,


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    meg manestar... | 17 January 2011 at 5:58 pm #

    that was me by the way…on the shadow thing..i dunno…i feel that sometimes we spoon feed them too much…i think a perfect peice of prose is one that also sounds melodic, succinct and of course intelligent.

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    meg manestar... | 17 January 2011 at 6:39 pm #

    where did my other previous comment go?….

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    Ingrid | 17 January 2011 at 7:15 pm #

    Imaginator, creator, originator, heavenly music maker – great stuff. Enjoyed “glimpse of a dream” as well. Listened to Seance as well as Untitled number #23 today pure heaven both albums. There are some real gems on Untitled number #23. I love that Seance is on vinyl. There’s nothing like putting a record on. Especially when it is a Church record.


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      david | 18 January 2011 at 6:33 pm #

      well now i have to agree with that

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    Linjo | 17 January 2011 at 7:21 pm #

    Dear panther is getting a tad thin there for sure! Suppose it is to be expected in this stressful time. Oh dear, I hope things work out for you, the kids and NK Steve! Somehow! xxx

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    DavidP | 17 January 2011 at 9:16 pm #

    i suppose we are all basically just animals with an intellect
    with devils in one ear, the divine in the other
    tug-o-waring the mind and heart

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    MaryMacK | 17 January 2011 at 9:45 pm #


    I wonder whether one of your true strengths is that you are essentially an honest man
    it may make you capable of writing, saying and doing things that hurt and alienate
    it may also mean you are a little too trusting
    to be much good at trusting
    perhaps its even why you seem as prone to self love
    as you are to self loathing
    but, combined with your gifts of words and imagination,
    it lets you render your life in a way that leaves the ordinary details intact
    and just bring to life the stuff that is truly important
    good or bad

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    Heather daydream | 17 January 2011 at 9:50 pm #

    right about now MEM should call you

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    trick of the light | 17 January 2011 at 10:20 pm #

    That is a damn fine work – up there with Drewe and Winton. You have my heart. I could read this one over and over. xx

    ps: any sign of a poetry book yet?

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    Wilfred Paradise | 17 January 2011 at 10:51 pm #

    SK11: See where our ole boy Bob is coming to your neck of the world in April. And looking forward to your band coming to our neck of the world in February. Here, here. Wilfred Paradise, USA

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    Anonymous | 18 January 2011 at 2:51 am #

    Most heads contain opposites of good and evil; I guess it all depends on what one does with it.

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    Brien Comerford | 18 January 2011 at 2:55 am #

    Sk is getting deeper than Jim Morrison. That can be good or bad ! The US tour will be great.

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    nickfiction | 18 January 2011 at 8:49 am #

    still bummed i cant see you in usa( like a lost dream ) but i still love ya!

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    Freddie | 18 January 2011 at 9:01 am #

    Mmmm…sounds dangerous.

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    . | 18 January 2011 at 9:55 am #

    he had no idea where he’d go
    just a safari in his heart, so I’m told
    steam away on that towering white star line
    to some exotic land seen only on film
    not a fleeting possession to his name
    just the leather on his Manifest back
    buffalo busting rifle and ammo in tow
    a change of complimentary clothes
    a few coins and bills packed hastily in
    like a child gazing through the salty spray
    where the fish sleep ten fathoms deep
    sunrise as an orange in his eye
    wind as medicinal liquor to his soul
    flee two faced religion, tradition scattered and torn
    heritage of a lone traveler not known or begun
    have mercy and compassion unto him and all
    as they traverse the invisible path
    to be a hunter or be hunted
    that’s that…

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    Karen | 18 January 2011 at 9:55 am #

    hmm my mini panthers very tiny in my pic : if you use a microscope its a pic of my cat I drew/tried to paint..anyway

    I loved all the insightful eloquent replies to sk’s poem & just wanted to apologise for saying you need more rice milk In your panther saucer.
    you dont put your picture up so I can say your collar bones too pronounced I type speak without thinking sometimes & I bet you dont give a flying fuck but I needed to say it.

    awaiting your next piece of prose

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      Cocoamo | 18 January 2011 at 11:53 am #

      Karen – If I had a dollar for everytime I hit “send” on a comment and then was filled with immense regret for something that now seemed obviously arrogant, or pretentious, or whatever…Don’t feel bad-you are in good company.

      Your Friend in Pennsylvania
      (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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    colette | 18 January 2011 at 10:52 am #

    Thanks for going through this for us. I feel like a parasite but hope I don’t suck you dry.

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    Lyndall | 18 January 2011 at 12:01 pm #

    Great piece of work Steve… Hang in there.. Lx

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    Once | 18 January 2011 at 12:06 pm #

    Aweema-way! Aweema-way!

    No, wait – that was a lion, and he slept right the hell through it.

    SK = Awake. Alive. Malevolent. Somewhat Feral. Utterly Visceral.

    “i dont write it but i live it
    not the great beast only a lesser one perhaps
    pacing up n down n his cage of furniture and knick-knacks
    i live my poetry aloud but it is unspeakable”

    Perfect. I have chills.

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      Andreas | 18 January 2011 at 8:32 pm #

      Lazy like a sleeping panther…
      No, that’s another singer!!!…


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    Once | 18 January 2011 at 12:14 pm #

    Wrote this today before I read this newest blog sublime…I may live in triteville at the moment, but real estate is cheap these days…you should teach, SK…but then again, you already do.


    This isn’t a movie, after all
    Sliding down the grey freeway
    Landscaped stone (immaculate), shaded coral and mauve
    The morning has given the valley a halo of pink sky
    Blessed with beauty for perhaps an hour
    Blue mountains in the near distance
    Perfect triangular peaks, as if drawn by a child
    Not a movie, but my eyes film the scene
    Scored by whatever’s on the radio
    Keep moving
    We’re rolling, take one, take everything in
    Pay attention to the road, I tell myself
    This isn’t a movie.
    My mind clicks inexplicably on him
    The classic montage runs by my eyes
    Ghosts creep across the road ahead
    His text from yesterday, no calls anymore
    He’ll be gone soon, to Singapore, and maybe forever
    He was perfect for me
    If not perfect to me
    I can already feel the emptiness
    The visceral silent scream has already begun
    And sometimes I get dizzy
    Sounds like a good opportunity, I text back
    I will not allow my neediness to impinge on destiny
    Neediness disgusts me
    Letting it go is like putting down a heavy weight
    When the muscles have reaching exhaustion
    The rush of blood, the shortness of breath
    And the eventual euphoria of the unencumbered
    This isn’t a movie, after all
    And if it was, I would only be an extra
    In a passing car, in a single met glance
    Perhaps a whistle when I’m looking nice
    I have no lines, you see
    No real part to play.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 January 2011 at 12:58 am #

      Very nice creation , you should really write this stuff down…LMAO

      Darrin K.

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    nickfiction | 18 January 2011 at 2:22 pm #

    he just pulls you back inside…….

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    herman the german | 18 January 2011 at 3:15 pm #

    RIP Steve Prestwich, one of the best drummers to ever grace the aussie music scene.

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    Ingrid | 18 January 2011 at 8:55 pm #

    I like “unlucky herself to cross down my garden path I was leading her down” and “there’s no conscience in this cat”. Stunning, both clever and funny at the same time.

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