posted on March 22, 2012 at 10:58 pm

the black window

golightly the caterpillar on the leaf

soar like a fish in the deep blue sea air anywhere

burnlike fire flies set the day alight or down

gnome deep under tree hammering out a song

a gold ring upon a pretty finger all along

merry old may christmas every day say dont i know you

where the gossamer web meets the shuddered leaf

where the diving bird hits the solid lake

where the reddening sun collides with the falling moon

where the serpent like roots coils upon a bad mans grave

where the sharpened thorns catch the virgins flesh

scarlet drop of blood upon a snow drifted mirror surface lagoon

a blue crane it was so long ago it flew alongside the embittered road

do you remember a flightless winger entered your lens unrefracted

the wee shadow man who lurks under flowery beds

the sprite delighting in tormented rose cheeked babes

the wicked child who pulls the wings off bats

the goblin freaked fuck witch with no breeches

the mescaline and feminine agendas of our vegetal friends

io ao io i adore thee pan i adore thee excelon my queen

in tir na nog i stayed awhile yes sneer you knaves t’is the truest thing

in tir na nog a lovely maiden met me at the edge of this plane

quickly fine sir ere this portal close says she sweeter than i can suppose

and as i crossed into that mysterious wood

why all my old life lost to me all gone existing in just memory

for i tarried longer than my tomorrows should have allowed

yes you can laugh you minions of machines and crooked queens

in tir na nog where wonders interpenetrating our mundanity

in tir na nog where zebras and peacocks wander

see our saviour with his jaguar see our saviour in the amazon

see our king of faery dressed in finest mail

riding a purple and vermilion dragonfly he broke in himself

holding his sceptre of razored jet inset with tiny pearls

but he clipped the wings of his slaves

and he fed his enemy kings to a toad

yes this world is not the only world

your time is not the only time

a day will dream you will all seem strange and funny

because everything we knew and did was somehow wrong

yes you can grin you jackals and monkey men

but the time of magic will come again


15 Responses to “changeling”

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 23 March 2012 at 1:11 am #

    “but the time of magic will come again” …..
    It’s already here my friend. Ever since you have moved into the new Kilbey Estate , your writing has been at its very best, best in years. Oh, I ….like most of the rest of us patrons, cannot wait to listen to the heavenly sonic waves that will cascade down from up in those trees where you dwell.

    Question: How is everyone adjusting to the new place? All the girls ???? How about the kitty? They sometimes struggle in new homes with no familiar place to run and hide. I hope you are enjoying it greatly.

    My 2d injection on March 12th went horribly bad. I’m still recovering slowly. I became extremely ill and had major bleeding problems. Now I’m just trying to gather enough strength for my son, Alex’ s , 21st Birthday Bash this upcoming Sunday night- Monday morning at a mini Vegas. Around 10miles from our lake house in the next state over (Indiana).
    Oh , I do hope I feel better by than. He is such a great young man who is devoting his life to the education of our little children. He selected a noble career in teaching , yet still dreams of being a RnR star. Laura and I found a very gently used drum set for his special day. Now he has the guitars and amps , bass, Mics, drums, and whatnot…to b his own little ONE piece band, like his father is.

    Have a grand day,

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    colette | 23 March 2012 at 1:28 am #

    so fine and importal

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    JTheDon | 23 March 2012 at 4:20 am #

    where the diving bird hits the solid lake

    DOPE(Awesome) line

    where the serpent like roots coils upon a bad mans grave

    Dude you could totally got your “Howling Man Wolf” in with Moon instead of Grave…LOl…LOL….

    do you remember a flightless winger entered your lens unrefracted


    io ao io i adore thee pan i adore thee excelon my queen


    for i tarried longer than my tomorrows should have allowed

    Wow haven’t seen the word tarried ever used good one

    yes you can laugh you minions of machines and crooked queens

    Ohhhh Takin’em down Dude…LOL…LOL…


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    Boriah | 23 March 2012 at 6:38 am #

    The time of magic will come again?

    Listen, Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church and killed everyone inside. You turn on the telly and every other story is telling you somebody died. Sister killed her baby cause she couldnt afford to feed it. And we´re sending people to the moon. In September my cousin tried reefer for the very first time. Now he´s doing horse, it´s June.

    Times, times.

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    ChknAsOutlaws"!" +* | 23 March 2012 at 7:56 am #

    Magic is what you make of it-
    Not what you use
    It for.

    {} !¡!

    CluckOnward + up >>^

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    plumlady | 23 March 2012 at 8:02 am #

    This was very nice on a glum afternoon.

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    Jesiah6 | 23 March 2012 at 9:26 am #

    A bit late, but congrats on your opening night in Van Park.
    Wish I was able to see it. The pictures were entertaining.

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    thetimebeing | 23 March 2012 at 9:26 am #


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    princey | 23 March 2012 at 9:57 am #

    I’m so glad you find time to write your blog even thought you’re flat out with work while you’re in Melbs, always a pleasure to read every day 🙂

    Can’t wait to see Van Park tonight, and hope to see all the Melby fiends there too!

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    . | 23 March 2012 at 10:12 am #

    some say a man ain’t happy unless he truly dies
    i don’t know what the answer is, but time after time
    we get lost in the present tense and forget our minds
    when we thought and acted differently in another life
    but some get to remember their past details just fine
    as they juxtapose their current state with the divine,
    drawing on their powers of rememberance, magic, and rhyme
    through their arts, words, music, and some inner light
    that tells them something is missing and just not right
    and they invite the present and past together, to collide
    in a brilliant display of inspiration for others to find

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    Lara | 23 March 2012 at 11:08 am #

    Sounds positively medieval. 🙂

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    Anonymous | 23 March 2012 at 11:53 am #

    Golightly the caterpillar?! Fux sake guy.

  13. Kraig
    Kraig | 23 March 2012 at 6:16 pm #

    Everything you do is MAGIC!

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    Bernadette Keys | 23 March 2012 at 8:04 pm #

    Look you know Melbourne is much better artistically – I mean who could create in Sydney!!!! really …. really.
    Sydney…create in Sydney?””””

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    colette | 24 March 2012 at 2:47 pm #

    The difficulty of creating in Sydney can help strengthen our struggle and deepens the sense of pathos we hate to create.

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