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when I woke up the air in the caravan was sacredly still Kathy had slipped outta bed without waking me it was slightly raining outside I lay there listening thru my damaged ears only making out the faintest pitter patter through the ringing on of 5000 gigs I looked at the objects she had collected from the shoreline I smiled as I realised the significance of each thing and why she had chosen this shell from a plethora of shells why she had picked up that little bit of smooth green glass she had arranged the objects like a garden on the window sill god it was still and quiet this morning in the early morning rain everything was hushed the sea crashing on the shore muted in the thick rainy air I sat there eating a bowl of cornflakes with rice milk n Manuka honey I was in my cut off jeans and t.rex t-shirt the rain stopped when I went outside she was sitting in her deck chair reading an old newspaper ha ha she said i’m reading an interview with this actor and he’s saying that he’s so happy with his new wife and he thinks this is the one and it’ll surely last forever.. and..? I said well they broke up a month after he said all this stuff…she smiled sadly and tilted her head on one side questioningly before a soft sigh appeared and was gone she shrugged her shoulders and sorta squinted at me well..? we both shook our heads she was dressed in my white shirt that was old and very big on her as some crickets started up somewhere in the bush and a crow called cawing up in the air next to the beach was a system of little rivulets that […]

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when I woke up the air in the caravan was sacredly still

Kathy had slipped outta bed without waking me

it was slightly raining outside

I lay there listening thru my damaged ears

only making out the faintest pitter patter through the ringing on of 5000 gigs

I looked at the objects she had collected from the shoreline

I smiled as I realised the significance of each thing

and why she had chosen this shell from a plethora of shells

why she had picked up that little bit of smooth green glass

she had arranged the objects like a garden on the window sill

god it was still and quiet this morning

in the early morning rain everything was hushed

the sea crashing on the shore muted in the thick rainy air

I sat there eating a bowl of cornflakes with rice milk n Manuka honey

I was in my cut off jeans and t.rex t-shirt

the rain stopped

when I went outside she was sitting in her deck chair reading an old newspaper

ha ha she said i’m reading an interview with this actor

and he’s saying that he’s so happy with his new wife and he thinks this is the one

and it’ll surely last forever..

and..? I said

well they broke up a month after he said all this stuff…she smiled sadly

and tilted her head on one side questioningly before a soft sigh appeared and was gone

she shrugged her shoulders and sorta squinted at me

well..?

we both shook our heads

she was dressed in my white shirt that was old and very big on her

as some crickets started up somewhere in the bush

and a crow called cawing up in the air

next to the beach was a system of little rivulets that we would wander

a helicopter flew overhead momentarily shattering our idyll

the sky was warm and humid and overcast

dreamy dreamy days passing in a watercolour hazy place

the residue of memory other times other places

the sweet snow that falls upon us as you sleep

the startled egrets that suddenly lift

the shadow of remorse that dogs all people not just me n you

we sat on the banks of a stream

it was not possible to know where the sun was in that sky

the nimbus hung down like a cosmic blanket softening everything

the still water was dark occasionally disturbed by some fishes ripple

there were flowers blooming in colours out of a Childs paintbox

there were dragonflies and languid bees

I sat with my arm around her shoulders

her smell was warm and fragrant in the thousand hours of that morning

how you feeling..?

yeah she smiled and tilted her head

as we looked into each others eyes there was an ineffable subtext

her eyes asked my eyes questions

to which my eyes could not lie

she searched my mind for awhile

peering in as our gazes were locked in the thousand seconds of that minute

she rushed into my head and took down everything I had had arranged

a dopey fly landed on my arm and I flicked it away

her smile was a half smile but the eyes were still gazing

we sat on the bank and the soft rain began again

I don’t care she said

its nice isn’t it…I said

yeah its kinda erotic

ha ha

its kinda sensual then

whats the difference between sensual and sensational..?

its both…

ha…

the raindrops were so delicately crafted

they were tiny miniatures of raindrops

and they evaporated and left you kissed but strangely dry

the rain touched us Kathy but it left no trace

we felt no need too talk much it sounded much too loud

I was singing some song to myself

even in my mind I get the words wrong to my songs and everybody elses

it drives people mad but I coddle myself by saying its endearing

I want to dive into your ocean..

at that very moment I knew she completed it in her own mind

is it raining with you..?

we looked at each other

how did you do that..?

we walked away into a field of blackberries

the blackberries were delicious

but oh fuck I got pricked by their nasty thorns like a clumsy bear

the tiny rain fell on n on

the earth received it gratefully

the birds were singing in the close distance

if the world was indeed spinning there was no sense of it here

there was no ulterior motive behind anything

the creatures did their thing

the elements were beautiful exorbitant colours

the sky such a lovely mothering grey

the humans observed as humans were meant to observe

we observe each other

we observe ourselves

we observe our observations of the world

when we went back to the caravan she put  bandaids on my leg and fingers

oh my poor man you been in the wars she said from within her permanent dream

we drank a cup of tea and she read the newspaper again

I rolled a joint

the morning stretched out in my imagination

I didn’t ever want to go back to Sydney

it all seemed like another life

in the little caravan by the sea

all those machinations seemed improbable

she knew what I was thinking

and she nodded and smiled and went back to reading

it was only ten o’clock

it would never be yesterday

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

L’ameriqa

here I am baby you know where to find me im back in the USA yeah you gotta be across all that im in a holiday inn in Long Beach how rocknroll is that? im playing a rock festival in a few hours oh boy so old still leading this childish life hummin’ n a’strummin’ all over gods world and I like it I like it I like it I like it here we go o rockin’ all over the world fuckin’ rock n roll baby hail hail hail me and my bass yeah im a dumb ass old rocker going deaf and laying down a riff starfish the album in its ENTIRE fucking TY Ploog n Marty long gone I say oh my n a boo hoo but we got Tim n Haugy n Caino boy those cats sure know how to rock they make it look easy thirty years just slipped by in the twinkling of an eye all that stuff disappeared into times maw im still here baby rockin n rollin not yet in ashes or in jail or in some lonely place still quaffing the applause and drinking limelight juice still twinkling around that old stagey stage ha ha listen to me some pale ole Cassius clay spruiking his fading star into the ether still fuck you’ll miss me when im fucking gone when I’ve sung UTMW for the final gig n they lay me down in my cheap box when my voice of ripped velvet is silent when my nimble fingers are stiff and cold ha ha ha no more starfish then ‘less they get a replacement n fuckin carry on with it good luck to em and that idiot whoever ever it is replaceth me good luck old son rock hard and remember to […]

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64 not out

here I am baby you know where to find me

im back in the USA yeah you gotta be across all that

im in a holiday inn in Long Beach how rocknroll is that?

im playing a rock festival in a few hours oh boy

so old still leading this childish life

hummin’ n a’strummin’ all over gods world

and I like it I like it I like it I like it

here we go o rockin’ all over the world

fuckin’ rock n roll baby hail hail hail

me and my bass yeah

im a dumb ass old rocker going deaf and laying down a riff

starfish the album in its ENTIRE fucking TY

Ploog n Marty long gone I say oh my n a boo hoo

but we got Tim n Haugy n Caino boy those cats sure know how to rock

they make it look easy

thirty years just slipped by in the twinkling of an eye

all that stuff disappeared into times maw

im still here baby rockin n rollin

not yet in ashes or in jail or in some lonely place

still quaffing the applause and drinking limelight juice

still twinkling around that old stagey stage ha ha listen to me

some pale ole Cassius clay spruiking his fading star into the ether

still fuck you’ll miss me when im fucking gone

when I’ve sung UTMW for the final gig n they lay me down in my cheap box

when my voice of ripped velvet is silent

when my nimble fingers are stiff and cold

ha ha ha

no more starfish then

‘less they get a replacement n fuckin carry on with it

good luck to em

and that idiot whoever ever it is replaceth me

good luck old son rock hard and remember to lunge

suffer the slings n arrows of outrageous fortune you ninny

cos being a rocker is the best gig in the world

bar nun

 

your humble handsome scribe Long Beach cali 30th sept 2018

 

disambiguation

no alcohol beyond this joint no curtain to blow no zephyrs to stack i chase to the cut what the fuck is that kero whack i’m had a drink i’m a million feet tall i’m all over town down at town hall faster than speed faster than bridges faster than vista faster than slower my giddy mind of a whorl i’m a little girl with a grudge i’m lower case no punk dew australasian you don’t know what i don’t know love in gestation above a stationary moon the womans voice outside the skin of the night she calling Steef Steef are you in there tonight Steef can I have some water this sea is too salty to drink I think I oughta go minerva please stay i’m talking to stone here she say i’d rather play my song on my own here I stick on music I tear off some art I run over a number when 12 oclock start I feel everything too right down to the darkening deeper than dna the visitors harkening my dreaming steef steef wake up i’m leafing the starz are freezing steef yes space is for keeping yet here you are sleeping we can see ourselves out its such a long way home but we get there so quick steef we get there like magic we get there by stealth steef we just disappear here and turn up somewhere else steef I love you and look we took something but we gave something too you’ll find out one day thats the least we could do                

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stranded

no alcohol beyond this joint

no curtain to blow

no zephyrs to stack

i chase to the cut

what the fuck is that

kero whack

i’m had a drink

i’m a million feet tall

i’m all over town down at town hall

faster than speed faster than bridges

faster than vista faster than slower

my giddy mind of a whorl

i’m a little girl with a grudge

i’m lower case no punk dew australasian

you don’t know what i don’t know

love in gestation above a stationary moon

the womans voice outside the skin of the night

she calling Steef

Steef are you in there tonight

Steef can I have some water

this sea is too salty to drink I think I oughta go

minerva please stay i’m talking to stone here

she say i’d rather play my song on my own here

I stick on music I tear off some art

I run over a number when 12 oclock start

I feel everything too right down to the darkening

deeper than dna the visitors harkening

my dreaming

steef steef wake up i’m leafing

the starz are freezing steef

yes space is for keeping

yet here you are sleeping

we can see ourselves out

its such a long way home but we get there so quick steef

we get there like magic

we get there by stealth

steef we just disappear here and turn up somewhere else

steef I love you and

look we took something

but we gave something too

you’ll find out one day

thats the least we could do

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

shot

after the fire had died down and the ashes cease to glow Sandbar beach is black against a black sea the horizon cannot be seen there is no moon in the sky the shells all jostling in the glassy tide the trees gently wave along the tiny path I step behind you blindly in the inky air in the warm night the silken thread of a dream your ghostly back in a one piece navy bathing suit your spine illuminated from some vague internal luminescence your chakras zinging the blood moving around inside you red and blue you unzip the jungle we arrive at your caravan you never lock the door you say there is never anyone here inside you sit at the table I sprawl on the bed the trees gently scratch the roof its so warm so quiet except for the sound of the sea you drink from a green bottle of cider its all so quintessentially Australian its almost unbearable Kathy, you and I, here in this Australia… this new Australia you make a cup of tea on the little stove the billy whistles liquorice root and honey two mugs and some ginger biscuits you sit down on the bed and give me my cup we sit there in the silence a comet rushes overhead making no sound a creature stirs in the bush some nocturnal marsupial climbing a tree the blood worms corkscrew in the sand the trees to the tips of their leaves are all conscious your face so like my own face your fading tired face Kathy oh how I love it the years  have adorned it with lovely lines and the colour in your eyes has lightened to a soulful pale you lie behind me kissing my neck you call this ‘the soothes’ do […]

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after the fire had died down and the ashes cease to glow

Sandbar beach is black against a black sea

the horizon cannot be seen there is no moon in the sky

the shells all jostling in the glassy tide

the trees gently wave along the tiny path

I step behind you blindly in the inky air

in the warm night

the silken thread of a dream

your ghostly back in a one piece navy bathing suit

your spine illuminated from some vague internal luminescence

your chakras zinging

the blood moving around inside you red and blue

you unzip the jungle we arrive at your caravan

you never lock the door

you say there is never anyone here

inside you sit at the table

I sprawl on the bed

the trees gently scratch the roof

its so warm so quiet except for the sound of the sea

you drink from a green bottle of cider

its all so quintessentially Australian its almost unbearable

Kathy, you and I, here in this Australia…

this new Australia

you make a cup of tea on the little stove

the billy whistles

liquorice root and honey

two mugs and some ginger biscuits

you sit down on the bed and give me my cup

we sit there in the silence

a comet rushes overhead making no sound

a creature stirs in the bush some nocturnal marsupial climbing a tree

the blood worms corkscrew in the sand

the trees to the tips of their leaves are all conscious

your face so like my own face

your fading tired face Kathy oh how I love it

the years  have adorned it with lovely lines

and the colour in your eyes has lightened to a soulful pale

you lie behind me kissing my neck

you call this ‘the soothes’

do you want ‘the soothes’ ..?  you’d say

my poor man oh boy he’s had a long day…you’d say…

my poor boy oh man…

you lie behind me whispering things I can’t really hear

the way you’d whisper to a cat or a baby or the way you’d whisper a prayer

the way you’d whisper the names of the devil

or the way you used to whisper the answers during a test in class

the way you’d whisper I love you the first time

the way you’d whisper goodbye the last time

the way our parents whispered when they didn’t want us to hear

Steven are you still awake..?

you were whispering

Kathy i’m here i’m still listening… I say

you talk about the fire on the beach

how those flames roared in the wind..!

how the fire devoured the driftwood and roared for more

armies were marching in the fire on the beach..!

a dog barked miles away in the camping ground

and the wind carried its faint echo to our ears

miles out at sea black whales were moving south seeking cold water

is it too warm for a blanket?

you slipped off your swimsuit and

youre holding me still faintly damp n cool

I’m still fucking tripping..! you said as you wriggled around

me too..! I say and I shudder a little

I’m worn out and I want to go to sleep

we ate and we swam and we fucked on the beach in the black night

we found the wood and we lit the fire

we smoked and we drank and we laughed and we cried

we frightened each other and we begged the other to stop

I kissed her in the darkness and there was nothing to see

her mouth was a portal to some place warm where I felt safe

we sat crosslegged in our bathers as the fire raged in the Australian night

there was no one for miles

the salt had dried on our skins

I could not remember my name

my heart glowed within my chest

where we touched there was an electric blue line

you giggled gleefully like a naughty child as the flames danced and disappeared

and then reappeared from the blackness with a rip

as the fire sank low you lay across my lap and dug your brown fingers into the white sand

there was a splash in the lagoon

a white thin bird arose from its nest with a mournful cry

and we could hear its wings beating in the wild night

out to sea there…a boat..!

no its gone again…

I carry your towel

oh well you are just too kind…you say

yeah sure ha ha

we both laugh

not gonna chuck in the fucking towel just yet…

more ha ha-ing

frogs and insects all start up somewhere out there

the night is alive

our love is deep

the world is enormous yet contained for all of that

darling

you say

one day tell me what happened with those tiny white scars on your back…

yes

I say

quite dreamily

one day

I will

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the unimpressionist

in the depths of this dank bar where the morning never comes the unimpressionist with my insta memories knockin’ back a stiff fucken drink love to hear that ice tinkling against the glass love to see those dice rolling across years love to all those people I left behind back there… little Stella from the tiki lounge come over here we just gonna get something together she both exorbitant and free oh boy she looking at me I reach into my wallet oh no how quick those euros fly you know me I got friends in all the low places with brutal faces my city fly by my universal card admit one free my smart ticket reduces waiting around my crumpled white shirt the collars always hurt my soft tan neck my boots scuffed and scarred I hit the pavement hard the ocean has sucked out low the green moss in the moonlight an iridescent lime I walk Neptune Street for awhile and then I knock at a door I go inside and I hand over the cash and I argue with some prick there he goes away and comes back with it and chucks it at me we get in Tonys car and drive for awhile cemeteries and liquor barns and pines and palms and girls with blonde blonde hair hey I love this song playing there Tony is laughing and shrugging wasn’t that singer the guy Loreen was fucking…? everybody laughs as we jump out at Tonys flat Tonys latest flame opens the door and she’s burning hot alright I sift thru his album collection watching her out the corner of your eye she’s gliding around the evening like an insolent cygnet on troubled waters I choose a record by Johnny Consort its as rare as buggery the […]

king n Eye

in the depths of this dank bar

where the morning never comes

the unimpressionist with my insta memories

knockin’ back a stiff fucken drink

love to hear that ice tinkling against the glass

love to see those dice rolling across years

love to all those people I left behind back there…

little Stella from the tiki lounge

come over here we just gonna get something together

she both exorbitant and free oh boy she looking at me

I reach into my wallet oh no how quick those euros fly

you know me I got friends in all the low places with brutal faces

my city fly by

my universal card admit one free

my smart ticket reduces waiting around

my crumpled white shirt the collars always hurt my soft tan neck

my boots scuffed and scarred

I hit the pavement hard

the ocean has sucked out low

the green moss in the moonlight an iridescent lime

I walk Neptune Street for awhile and then I knock at a door

I go inside and I hand over the cash and I argue with some prick there

he goes away and comes back with it and chucks it at me

we get in Tonys car and drive for awhile

cemeteries and liquor barns and pines and palms

and girls with blonde blonde hair

hey I love this song playing there

Tony is laughing and shrugging

wasn’t that singer the guy Loreen was fucking…?

everybody laughs as we jump out at Tonys flat

Tonys latest flame opens the door and she’s burning hot alright

I sift thru his album collection watching her out the corner of your eye

she’s gliding around the evening like an insolent cygnet on troubled waters

I choose a record by Johnny Consort its as rare as buggery

the songs sound like they’re being played sideways

another smoke another drink another groan

I nearly swoon when I check the messages on my phone

the police found the Golden Fleece and about three keys

I was running a book but they took it with em and had a look

now that they know all the names of the games  its a shame to blame myself

Tonys got nice furniture with its real wooden arms

his fishing rods and his tool kit in the hall

you could envy him this domesticity

his girlfriend and his goldfish

a fridge full of exotic booze

an ashtray from a Melbourne casino and some unusual tongs

his computers screen saver is a still from that film we saw

its the aliens and the earth and the only gun that can kill em

my green drink swims before my eyes in between gulps

I get out the stuff and we all make a dive

little Stella is pretty greedy as she takes it all in at once

tonys more experienced and careful

his gaze never wavers as he figures it all out

the other 2 whose names I don’t know show up

and Tony lets em in and they got gossip and vicodin

the guy used to play guitar on a stage

the woman was lovely before age froze her down to her toes

she used to strip n play bongoes

in the long ago

I step outside into the garden for a breather

either you can hear the sea from here

or that shell im holding to my ear is well ringing

someone inside is singing that song again as little Stella cried

Tony comes outside

and says give us a hand

he shook his head n said the internet just died

I sit there staring at the grass pushing up through the sand

a block of land for sale next door

nah not me mate i’m too fucken poor

still it’d be nice to live next to Tony down by the shore…

his girlfriend comes out and lights up a cig

in the glow of the mosquito coils her nose looks kinda big

she says tonys crashed out for the night do ya wanna bet

and she changes the for sale sign

to

to let 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

grande theft (glam)

true believers will already know ramp speed 25 begat precious little and precious little begat baby grande and baby grande just begat an album out soon on ho-zac records an American company specialising in stuff like this whatever baby grande actually is well its me singing n writing all the songs Peter Koppes is on some of these tracks but not all I sometimes play a bit of guitar n synth but mainly I just sing…although thats using the word sing rather loosely I imitate a load of other singers in my outta tune flat manner the lyrics are a fucking giggle ie the very inexperienced me singing about things I knew very little about ie drugs women touring show biz dominatrices money stardom scandal booze life for christ sake I still have never visited a dominatrix in all these years (although I had one living in my house with the studio in Surry Hills in the nineties) all delivered in a glam affected sneery silly manner the guitars chug along and solo like fuck look theres one good thing about this record hats off to the geeza who did the mastering job cos these songs come from a bunch of cassettes from 1974 75 76 different sessions some in big studios some in Canberra in a 4 track home made jobby studio and it lo, sounds ok you’ll find glimpses of yer future humble hero in songs like as As Above So Below god never looked so lovely on such a moonlit day all milky incandescence  all girlish gaunt and grey other lyrics will have you squirming with embarrassment the inanity is not hard to find I didn’t turn into myself until 1977 when I got the 4 track at my leisure and playing everything then… you can hear some […]

baby_grande_7

I coulda been a rhythm guitarist (sigh!)

true believers will already know

ramp speed 25

begat

precious little

and precious little

begat

baby grande

and baby grande

just begat an album out soon on ho-zac records

an American company specialising in stuff like this

whatever baby grande actually is

well its me singing n writing all the songs

Peter Koppes is on some of these tracks but not all

I sometimes play a bit of guitar n synth

but mainly I just sing…although thats using the word sing rather loosely

I imitate a load of other singers in my outta tune flat manner

the lyrics are a fucking giggle

ie the very inexperienced me singing about things I knew very little about

ie drugs women touring show biz dominatrices money stardom scandal booze life

for christ sake I still have never visited a dominatrix in all these years

(although I had one living in my house with the studio in Surry Hills in the nineties)

all delivered in a glam affected sneery silly manner

the guitars chug along and solo like fuck

look theres one good thing about this record

hats off to the geeza who did the mastering job

cos these songs come from a bunch of cassettes from 1974 75 76

different sessions some in big studios

some in Canberra in a 4 track home made jobby studio

and it lo, sounds ok

you’ll find glimpses of yer future humble hero

in songs like as

As Above So Below

god never looked so lovely

on such a moonlit day

all milky incandescence 

all girlish gaunt and grey

other lyrics will have you squirming with embarrassment

the inanity is not hard to find

I didn’t turn into myself until 1977 when I got the 4 track

at my leisure and playing everything then…

you can hear some fragments that remain of my 77 to 80 period

it was the diametric opposite of baby grande

more like an Eno early solo album or something

here I turned into me

some of this music is available on artefacts 

and freaky conclusions and even bits on unearthed

meanwhile someone out there is gonna fuckin’ love baby grande

some wag will pronounce it my finest work

and look it certainly rocks in its own relentless thrust

you know ya gonna have to buy it now ha ha

a true completist gotta have this

its hilarious its stupid its wilfully stupid in fact

its that awful must -have you simply must have

I did write one good song for baby grande

bel air

Peter suggested we do it when we put the church together

we also played around with as above so below

anyway coming soon

whether you want it

baby grande

and yes I give this record my blessing

I think you’ll get a kick out of it

ha ha ha

 

 

 

 

day aside

how stupid I look at 4 am when the light comes on in my dream a hand touches my eyes to stop me seeing a winged creature seems to leave the room disapproving mirror swirling like a silvered sea how abruptly and subtly it confronts me a shunt for my girls spines and all the uncollected fines signs of earlier civilisations lately vanished crooked wicked blinded deafened struggle to recognise the eyes misprinted in typeface ink pours outta a printers mouth my brushes and my crayons lay on a lushes ray on a ruin the Demi gods tower: lemme get back t’ya in an hour the marble hall of Jupiter: loop it a bit better make it wetter better get a sweater Juno she is Hera accepts anything as an offering    

haz/chem

how stupid I look at 4 am when the light comes on in my dream

a hand touches my eyes to stop me seeing

a winged creature seems to leave the room

disapproving mirror swirling like a silvered sea

how abruptly and subtly it confronts me

a shunt for my girls spines

and all the uncollected fines

signs of earlier civilisations lately vanished

crooked wicked blinded deafened

struggle to recognise the eyes misprinted in typeface

ink pours outta a printers mouth

my brushes and my crayons

lay on a lushes ray on a ruin

the Demi gods tower: lemme get back t’ya in an hour

the marble hall of Jupiter: loop it a bit better

make it wetter

better get a sweater

Juno she is Hera

accepts anything as an offering

 

 

emanation

g within the hour upon your return I have fallen asleep in some kinda hypnagogue colder than fire the stories of your earth the many meanings of each word you ever uttered the singing of the spear through my ears the trident in the sea my brown arms on your white sands a shadow blots out a sun a minute becomes a day a fortune turns into a debt a night in each life a life in each night star fragments the illusion of the universe in a dirty puddle the memory of another mind the taste of another tongue another god to worship another slave to admonish I walk through brilliant nights and stupid days too good for this hell but too bad for that heaven you never get used to the black sea and the black sky wherever it is they meet I wish I now was they will meet me there surely to be waiting for me nothing left to take nothing left on offer and when you’ve suffered sufficiently and when you’re largely forgotten and your flowers wash into the pool then spirit  I will envy you      

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within the hour

upon your return

I have fallen asleep

in some kinda hypnagogue

colder than fire

the stories of your earth

the many meanings of each word you ever uttered

the singing of the spear through my ears

the trident in the sea

my brown arms on your white sands

a shadow blots out a sun

a minute becomes a day

a fortune turns into a debt

a night in each life

a life in each night

star fragments

the illusion of the universe in a dirty puddle

the memory of another mind

the taste of another tongue

another god to worship

another slave to admonish

I walk through brilliant nights and stupid days

too good for this hell

but

too bad for that heaven

you never get used to the black sea and the black sky

wherever it is they meet I wish I now was

they will meet me there

surely to be waiting for me

nothing left to take

nothing left on offer

and when you’ve suffered sufficiently

and when you’re largely forgotten

and your flowers wash into the pool

then spirit  I will envy you

 

 

 

the underworld

sing now muses sing of forever but sing now sing of Persephone and her time in the gloom Look Zeus is taking the sky Poseidon the sea but everything else comes down underground Hades to thee Pluto with his gold in the coldest room there is no breath no life the king of shades took his wife from a billowing earth he took her down black corridors showed her exactly what she was worth grim son of a titan him with all this wealth you sat there with her beside you and winter wracked our dreams and soot blackened our hands as we put things back the treasure you will never now spend trinkets from some Etruscans tomb the skull of a deer dipped in silver basalt vases of dead flowers by the still black marble pool a spear from Abyssinia  feathered and lethal the dead need no armour we shadows can never be cut in a place with no morning we fade into nothing          

Photo on 27-7-18 at 9.51 pm

the underworld

sing now muses

sing of forever but sing now

sing of Persephone and her time in the gloom

Look Zeus

is taking the sky

Poseidon the sea

but everything else comes down underground

Hades to thee

Pluto with his gold in the coldest room

there is no breath no life

the king of shades took his wife from a billowing earth

he took her down black corridors

showed her exactly what she was worth

grim son of a titan him

with all this wealth you sat there with her beside you

and winter wracked our dreams

and soot blackened our hands as we put things back

the treasure you will never now spend

trinkets from some Etruscans tomb

the skull of a deer dipped in silver

basalt vases of dead flowers by the still black marble pool

a spear from Abyssinia  feathered and lethal

the dead need no armour

we shadows can never be cut

in a place with no morning

we fade into nothing

 

 

 

 

 

attack decay sustain release

penumbral music oozing from a cracked day the frogs and the crickets wade through my life as a marsh the cranes and egrets lost by the sea me as a boy oh its getting so dark so quickly oh my sinking spirits the emptiness at my very heart from where the night seems to spring forth along with little stars someone has to take it all away they call you in for dinner somewhere but you aint there the islands against the evening the glittering ships out to sea full of wild eyed sailors the silver jets flown through the Sydney skies in some stratosphere their suave pilots who navigate the thin air I have heard its so cold up there without their suits still I am lost on this wild cliff and I can’t get home still I don’t seem to understand any of it at all because it all seemed mad right from the very start the whole history of everything one stupid blunder after another the villains prosper and the good guys strung out and wired my god I am tired and lost in this dismal fog oh I bet they must wonder where I am tonight and yet sadly I think they might not wonder at all a voice next to me says: no wonder at all when I walk out of the trees on a strange avenue I never saw before the lamplight in the wind blowing about the light my cold hands in icy pockets and cool rays emanating from the moon the cars are all so indistinguishable just black blurs in my blind spot the numbers are all mixed up on the darkened houses the vegetation all writhing in the blue light of my eyes the voice beside me: you’re lost ha..! all […]

Photo on 20-7-18 at 9.56 pm

spirit = breath

penumbral music oozing from a cracked day

the frogs and the crickets

wade through my life as a marsh

the cranes and egrets

lost by the sea me as a boy

oh its getting so dark so quickly

oh my sinking spirits

the emptiness at my very heart

from where the night seems to spring forth along with little stars

someone has to take it all away

they call you in for dinner somewhere

but you aint there

the islands against the evening

the glittering ships out to sea full of wild eyed sailors

the silver jets flown through the Sydney skies in some stratosphere

their suave pilots who navigate the thin air

I have heard its so cold up there without their suits

still I am lost on this wild cliff and I can’t get home

still I don’t seem to understand any of it at all

because it all seemed mad right from the very start

the whole history of everything

one stupid blunder after another

the villains prosper and the good guys strung out and wired

my god I am tired and lost in this dismal fog

oh I bet they must wonder where I am tonight

and yet sadly I think they might not wonder at all

a voice next to me says: no wonder at all

when I walk out of the trees on a strange avenue I never saw before

the lamplight in the wind blowing about the light

my cold hands in icy pockets and cool rays emanating from the moon

the cars are all so indistinguishable just black blurs in my blind spot

the numbers are all mixed up on the darkened houses

the vegetation all writhing in the blue light of my eyes

the voice beside me: you’re lost ha..!

all the terrible things I have done have surely caused this I reason

all of it led me here to this street with its undulating weeds

and the bats overhead chattering their fucking heads off oblivious to my peril

im just another stupid boy lost on Sunday night on some oceanic boulevard

yeah the palms and the pines that line our fair streets stretch on into distance

the gates are all locked the windows are all barred

no one is home in all the world

they’re all lost out there

I inhale my night back into my lungs

revealing a vivid soft tender morning so new and unintimidated

and a new song which was home

for awhile