posted on December 2, 2010 at 7:29 pm

reg kilbey unemployed actor 56

i lead my life

i lead it around like a hound

i entered my life in a contest

i let my life go into hibernation tho there was a little sleep

the nineteen nigh-nties was a marsh

i hit it like a brick will

i was that guy in that film

that film about a dome

i was the main guy yeah it was a long time ago being

i was the one who said those now famous lines

now we will all burn……

i have a black n white still that i autographed for fans that i meet

i drive an old rover with a crack gasket n oilcase crank

i smoke a pipe full of pipe dream but it goes up in smoke

oh how the time blast past

this music i had made

i had had it made to order

to order around you see

around and around

the stars go round our moon you know

and black cats moan down my stylo-phone

and i circle the block as you took off your close

and i live in a place where there is no trace

its no thrace its no your embrace

lamb you know who i am

my house on the street where the 4 winds meet

my home on the range rover over the little hills

my hills hoist still warm n moist oh rejoice lamb

my cartesian symphony nymph oh you dream

you dream of my friend rex with his black dragon tattoo

oh i know you do oh i know you do

whats on the menu?

tree flesh fillets with caramelised love truffles

light serving of gods fresh air with garnish of willing fruit

sparkling holy wine w/water consecrated by nimrods daughter

turkish taboo with french kiss and english rain

morning surprise (from the night before)

bottomless cup of adams ale (one per customer)

selection of good n evil toffee apples

i order the surprise

i order it to piss off and surprise someone else

i get cranky when i read about all the stuff in the paper

all the stuff that isnt about me i mean

i mean i love to see old me in fine print

snapped at the airport by a fan then snapped at the fan at the airport

the fan snapped and i had a lawmansuit on my hands

i jumped in a cab and the driver knows me

‘ere its reg kilbey ! he says …where we off to ,reg…?

surry street crown hills i say flipping him a sovereign to shut up

i look out the window at the slinky women who were once black cats

they float thru their day like ether like fire like an invisible veil

if only they knew that its reg kilbey in here i smirk in the cab

but the slinky women do not know and they blow away down streets

i  jump out at nondescript doors i make my way through  past

at twilight the dining room is quite a silver sight for saw eyes

tranquility music is piped from afar

some thought wave analyser machine selects my mood swinging cool

i subscribe through a scheme that comes thru in reams

i ravish attention on lashings of cream and boy do i then dream

i sit in the dark where its peaceful and calm

i am unarmed lamb i am quite unharmed

i mean i still cant do anything with my limbos

theyre all akimbo

bimbo you must think me dim

i know you think of him

i know about your lucky whim

and your old friend kim who once fucked jim

talking of  sex makes you think of my friend rex

with his muscle or two

and his black dragon tattoo

his eyes cobalt blew

his gear kangaroo

his XL peru

his ATM yew

his triple star * brew

his chosen few why thats presumably you

wow

i wish i had

a black dragon tattoo


24 Responses to “black dragon tattoo”

  1. avatar
    Kristine | 2 December 2010 at 8:27 pm #

    You’re really on a roll today!

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    princey | 2 December 2010 at 8:58 pm #

    You’re a clever baaaa-stard Reg Kilbey, haha

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    Heather daydream | 2 December 2010 at 9:16 pm #

    Ha Ha! Fabuloso Mr Killerbee-in-white yarskywrite err

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    Freddie | 2 December 2010 at 11:41 pm #

    Ol’ Reg Kilbey, huh…nothing wrong with that is there?

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 3 December 2010 at 12:19 am #

    SK-
    Please do not give up on her…she’s a classic. Crack gasket-oil casecrank???!!!! I am worried for her. The miles and smiles she has locked inside her. The trust you placed in her. The travels unravel and the distances now are just a street away. Please oh please do not let her go. There must be a ‘great’ mechanic that you can trust with her health. I so miss my Camaro. She was Rockin Red and tore up the streets with her growl. I made a such a HUGE mistake letting her go in 1996. Now I only have pictures of my long lost angel. Cars are family members, mistresses, lovers in the bright sunny days and sultry silky nights. So please oh please…take sweet loving care of her… and dont let her go.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

    Regarding tatts: the body is a temple, I chose not to decorate mine with cheap ink and silly pictures. My art lies in my heart-thats where my souls tattoo lives on the inside.
    Darrin K.

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    Anonymous | 3 December 2010 at 1:05 am #

    which is the wind? …and just skip that tattoo.

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    david | 3 December 2010 at 1:14 am #

    easy dreamer …you may think you want the ink but it seems as if rex’s has turned scarlet…lets all hang in together , if only for today.

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    Lara | 3 December 2010 at 3:36 am #

    That one’s a keeper. I know there’s no money in publishing poetry, and it’s a lot of work putting together a collection, but still…seems a shame not to make a book out of these.

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    dwellingwell | 3 December 2010 at 3:49 am #

    I like Tattoo by the Who. Tyson’s is cool . But it’s not my thing. Too permanent. My moods change.I would get bored with it and eventually have to cut off an arm. Too high of a price . Some nice stuff in this last one SK. You go into strange terrain with nice paths to trippy angles of thought:

    and i circle the block as you took off your close

    tree flesh fillets with caramelised love truffles
    light serving of gods fresh air with garnish of willing fruit
    sparkling holy wine w/water consecrated by nimrods daughter

    i look out the window at the slinky women who were once black cats
    they float thru their day like ether like fire like an invisible veil

    i subscribe through a scheme that comes thru in reams

    i am unarmed lamb i am quite unharmed

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    dwellingwell | 3 December 2010 at 4:12 am #

    Weird you should bring up Truffles. A few weeks ago I registered domain names for an audio books venture I am starting. Just got the keys to a recording studio last night where I can set up my gear and live as well. It has a shower and little Kitchen . I am calling the audio books thing Truffle Pig productions. My brother is building the site. Truffle Pig studios will be the over dub service here in San Diego. Only room for a Midi drum Kit. Can’t do real drums in there. Just over- dubbing and mixing. Possibly mastering if my mastering engineer friend joins. We shall see. I am siked to set up my stuff again.Life is good

  11. avatar
    isolde | 3 December 2010 at 7:18 am #

    reg reg no meat and three veg
    he combs his hair back but not over

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    nickfiction | 3 December 2010 at 9:34 am #

    me too!

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    Karen | 3 December 2010 at 9:40 am #

    I absofuckenlutly loved that
    but I have to go to work Ill read it again later
    enjoy berra tomorrow
    I like living in berra if only it had an ocean though

    it s been raining for 193949868 days here… if one more person says thier sick of the rain Ill drain thier water tanks..my farce book freind said blow up thier local dam but thats a bit radical

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    B.Bon | 3 December 2010 at 3:40 pm #

    Break a leg tomorrow night, Reg. Sorry I won’t be there – couldn’t get tickets – a sell out no less!

    A little bird told me another SOH gig is looming…is there any truth in this?

    Adieu,

    B.Bon

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    M E M | 3 December 2010 at 4:29 pm #

    close my eyes
    a fury
    of dreams

    at the center
    of which
    i don’t know

    but you’re there
    my brother
    someone else

    it’s all here
    waiting for us
    then around

    the corner
    now your
    someone else

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    Linjo | 3 December 2010 at 4:43 pm #

    Unarmed lamb! We are all unarmed lambs though some of us think we have bullet proof vests! Oh the life of a pop star is complicated. I just read Anthony Kiedis’ autobiography, not that I am a Chili Pepper fan. Talk about warts and all, I couldn’t put it down for 3 days. Hope you are cruising ok Mr Steve. x

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    Linjo | 3 December 2010 at 4:45 pm #

    Did I say ‘pop’ star! slap x

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    hellbound heart | 3 December 2010 at 8:08 pm #

    been oh so tired the last few days trying to be everything to everybody (mother, wife, teacher) and i haven’t had time to drop in….such is life…..
    seems to me (and i could be very wrong here) that you’re in the process of reaching some kind of modus operandi with your life as it is…..peace and harmony to you, steve…

    love always….

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    matthew | 3 December 2010 at 9:48 pm #

    “lawmansuit”! Ahaha, classic. See you tomorrow @ Tilley’s! Bringing 2 relatively Church-unaware friends, so should be fun.

    MSM.

  20. avatar
    Chicagojohn | 4 December 2010 at 1:01 am #

    Just caught your brilliant induction speech at the ARIA awards.
    Now I have to go look up all the music and bands you spoke about.
    Nice Tazzy Tits, Reg.

  21. avatar
    david | 4 December 2010 at 1:06 am #

    what did i say?

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    sarah | 4 December 2010 at 8:50 am #

    excellent. boy i hope we can all relate to wishing we had the dragon tattoo. i think i have spent alot of time there. even if the time there is in the deep underwaters of the subconscious. theres something about not quite measuring up…not quite being the one picked. something about being left out and overlooked that has always deeply resinated in my spirit. of course there is the balance of that..the expansion of feeling deeply loved by this mysterious force i can’t quite get enough of….not enough touching it, not enough tasting it, not enough intimacy with it. she comes. she kisses. we all fall back in blisses. sometimes “the love” is like it is mainlined right from the fucking universe straight into my veins. but then this primordial longing arises, again and again. that seems to gush out of deep need for closer union in breath of life. i used to think it was desire. but it is need. real human need.


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