posted on January 3, 2018 at 9:14 pm

des pear

in the darkness before i was born

in the oblivion that spawned me whole

again and again

to sing to steal to hammer my bass

where the vortex sucked

and the whirlpool engulfing

before i was me

before i was you

before i was all of them

in a moment of capture

in the high resolution of the first rays of knowledge

as the magic attacked my bones and i lost my mind

and i lost my mind at a servo

and i was swimming in the blackest sea

and stuff was grabbing at my legs

and women were slapping me around on the end of my leash

and the eternal eludes us of necessity

and the impermanence of absolutely everything you can name

it was lovely to sink into it all

they were singing lovely music in my ears as i sank fathoms

it was my dream it was my life it was all made up

and yes i was earnestly hemming away the evening of silk

and i was moving away from the light of the day

and i was fixed on a star and set over the city gates

and the people at my shows shook all their heads

anxiety was riding high on a roll

the lightning jabbed the horizon

the thunder fell down on coogee beach

where the shadows are suntanned

and within the whispers you can hear the sea

the summer had us by the scalp

and the hairdresser did the blonde streaks with a sneer

and the magazines were so way out of date

and the cigarette smoke curled like a beggar around a coin

the screeching tyres and seagulls on arden street

its a fish n chips kind of night

i glide on the wheels of imagination

through the surging crowds who have come to guffaw at the cafes

and their little dogs who startle and yap

and some powerful ferrari throttled round the car park

and the gardens with fresh laid sods withering underfoot

and i wandered to your door where you stood with a candle

and your door was blue like my eyes

and the paint was white like my beard

and your skin was browner than my skin

and your soft tread and we walked down your hall

and your room smelt of the rain and the storm

and it was 100 degrees that night

when suddenly the rain came down again

whipped across the sea by some infernal monsoon

we smoked your drugs and i played your guitar

i wrote 3 songs on the spot and forgot em all

and i sat in the banana chair on your balcony being splashed ever so gently

you were on the phone to your mother

yes yes it was christmas eve

i remember the way you touched my face

and said ‘one day this will all be gone’

it was only a film they were making advertising the new melancholia

we were actors being paid to pretend to be here

we never met

they added us on much later and separate

i was the audience and i applauded myself

the lights came on i was here in my bedroom

in the light of my computer my freckly skin shudders

im writing a story to amuse some anonymous reader

my clothes are a mountain strewn on the floor

i have codeine and sleeping pills on the black table

perfect stranger asleep in bed

a garish shaker bought for 3 dollars

headphones and receipts and the relics of another life

getting slower and slower with the weight of the years

getting dreamier and dreamier as i wade towards the end

as the sea pool closes its doors for another day

and somebody likes a photo i posted

and somebody listens in to all our thoughts

and somebody else doesnt know or care about anything we do or say

and somebody else is obsessively hunting us all down

and the voice in another room is silent

and the piano by the shore is saying something more

the huge sweep of the vaulted night marbled by clouds

i walked in the lamplight by the sea

searching for Echo who taunted me








11 Responses to “bank error in your favour”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 4 January 2018 at 11:53 am #

    Good to see you’ve returned, sir. Been many months……

  2. avatar
    billpalmer73 | 4 January 2018 at 1:07 pm #

    “Getting dreamier and dreamier as I wade towards the end”… Thankfully.

  3. avatar
    Chris | 4 January 2018 at 4:04 pm #

    melon colic

    Another fine one Steve…I love it when poetry is more real than current reality….and preferable. Keep em coming man. You have the gift…s

  4. avatar
    andy | 4 January 2018 at 10:02 pm #

    you have been sorely missed slim.
    I was on the verge of e-mailing you just to check if you were ok.
    I know this sounds a bit ‘fanboy’ but your absence was beginning to create a bit of a hole in my life!

  5. avatar
    r.richiec | 4 January 2018 at 10:03 pm #

    The time beacon beckons
    I’m trapped in a maze
    The haze obscures the sea
    The sea obscures my gaze
    I wonder if the end would seem so triumphant
    But it’s just a dream. The waves take me away

  6. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 5 January 2018 at 12:03 am #

    There you are, we have missed your presence. Happy New Year, hope 2018 is an excellent year for all. I love how your photo looks as if your sleeping/dreaming as you type into The Time Being.

    Take Care,


  7. avatar
    helgerman | 5 January 2018 at 1:43 am #

    Also glad to see you’re posting here again. Makes my day!

  8. avatar
    Lady Di | 5 January 2018 at 2:46 pm #

    I’ve missed this

  9. avatar
    Cocoamo | 8 January 2018 at 12:52 pm #

    You ARE such a genius.

    Earnestly hemming away (chortle).

    How do you come up with this stuff?

    With about 1/3 of the US population currently infected with some sort of brain dysfunction, it’s such a comfort just to know you exist. You know those Sci-Fi dystopia films…

    I’m writing an illustrated book of limericks just to keep my mind from angsting itself to death. And, of course, I listen to my Church music.

    There once was a boy from Miami
    Who had a twin brother named Sammy
    But Sammy and he
    Had to fight for a knee
    On the lap of their one-legged mammy

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  10. avatar
    knot | 7 December 2018 at 7:45 am #

    standing on the shore
    waves steal out, return and bring me evening
    sands are hushed
    shushed by the surf

    sea serpents can’t be seen
    mermaids drowsing in their kelp beds
    two lands divided
    the ocean too wide
    i was waiting
    though i didn’t know why

    i stopped to sit, and my wet wool dress
    takes the shape of the past
    an hourglass

    the solitude of the rusting pier
    graffiti lists
    of everyone to make their mark on violet shadows

    long way to walk
    without a warm coffee for my hands
    without my dogs to pull at the leash
    without a friendly voice
    without a child running along

    the last seagull cries overhead


  11. avatar
    knot | 7 December 2018 at 8:09 am #

    and then that seagull shat upon my head, but i didn’t put that into the poem as i feared the poetry might lose it’s meter at that point.

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