posted on December 11, 2016 at 8:44 pm
shambles

shambles

voice in another room:  he’s not written much lately

voice in yet another room: ‘s got writers block

some other voice: he hasn’t done nothing at all for ages

female voice: just sings a bit thats all

i walk the down the long way home

theyre coming back from the beach all sunburned

a sultriness in the sky

voice in another room: he’s lost his way

voice we havent heard before: he’s lost his fuckin’ mojo

an official voice: gone off the rails..!

a sad voice: he makes me sad

i can see the sea at the end of the street

its flat and silver under the grey sky

the flats for lease

and the chucked out bits of furniture

the skeletons of long gone bikes

a bloke pushing a pram and smoking a cig

the temperature is humidly perfect

the guitar shop with its pink fender bass i will never own

the bottle shop with the air conditioner unit that sounds like womens choir

my english skin is tanned and freckled

my beard is white my nose is pink my shirt is black

my eyes are blue my chest is brown

my dreams are inexplicable

my memories are fading

my choices are made for me by some dice or fate

my jaw aches

my leg aches

my teeth ache

my ears ring

my heart misses beats

my blurry fucked up eyesight 

my world is receding 

my beautiful dutiful daughters within their own lives

my friends shaking their heads reading this

my incredible run of luck

my stupid immaturity

my naive surprise when i get burned

my finger hurts still from when it was shut in the gate

my breathing is very shallow and my pulse beats slow

my rages and my sulks but also my generosity and my hopefulness 

voice in another room: if thats all hes got he neednt have bothered

a mocking voice: that aint poetry..!

a dry voice: dont you see, its a new simplistic authenticity

voice in another room: authenticity..? youre joshing me…

reader who lives up the junction: at least its free..eh..?

a mocking voice: and so it fuckin’ should be

a sad voice: i’m still sad

 

 

9 Responses to “bobby pin”

  1. avatar
    Cath | 11 December 2016 at 10:26 pm #

    may the forest long whisper welcome
    may the sky always bring cleansing rain
    may the ocean bring a familiar motion
    in a universe of old refrain
    may peace whisper in your ear
    may childrens cuddles heal your pain
    may you always know you are held
    in many hearts who hear what you’re saying xxxxxxxxxx
    <3 Cath

  2. avatar
    revgreene10 | 11 December 2016 at 11:46 pm #

    Many voices from many corners of the world….he has spoiled us these many years with words and tunes…he always comes back with more and lightens our dreary lives and helps us ignore some of the unhelpful voices

  3. avatar
    Chris | 12 December 2016 at 1:01 pm #

    All the world’s a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players:
    They have their exits and their entrances;
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
    And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
    And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
    Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
    Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
    Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation
    Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
    In fair round belly with good capon lined,
    With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
    Full of wise saws and modern instances;
    And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
    Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
    With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
    His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
    For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
    Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
    And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
    That ends this strange eventful history,
    Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
    Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything….
    save for that prince kilbey who doth leave one mind blowing
    psychedelic catalogue of music of the gods, which liveth
    beyond his fleshly sojourn, unto the cosmos…factory.

    As You Like It

  4. avatar
    andy | 12 December 2016 at 8:18 pm #

    and this kind of semi-whimsical tosh is why we love you so!

  5. avatar
    Hawthorne | 13 December 2016 at 9:41 am #

    You’re fucking amazing, Steve. There’s very few people in music who can do what you do – and do consistently. People who say mocking things about you probably haven’t been following your career. They probably think Metropolis was your last release. Have they heard The Privateer? That’s a classic song. Have they listened to Speed of the Stars? Sheer brilliance. Further/Deeper got solid reviews worldwide. You’ve done so many great things it’s almost impossible to keep track of them. Fuck gossipy naysayers!

  6. avatar
    millbill | 25 December 2016 at 4:25 am #

    I missed you….even though you were always with me….thank you for visiting me several times in 2015-16 – you spoil me with your talents. Cheers SK….until we meet again….I’ll keep my ears open and my mouth shut


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