posted on January 1, 2016 at 11:47 pm


resurgence of influence

paradox within its own flux

i author of my own release

within the tentacled sea replete with its odysseus

within the feathered air falling nowhere

within the cities of eastern potentates i gurgle the plonk

within a ladys quarters mortifying the flesh wound with salve

within the glade in forest spring you said some god had promised us everything

within terminal five of a foreign airport i hold court in the lift

yeah drink a cup of kindness yet baby yeti its another year in the future

my childhood oh it has flown by i thought it should last much longer

the rising sun that was in my dreams now set in grey warm evenings

i struggle with the words like a titan in a deep dungeon

chiselling poetry on the zeitgeists psyche with syringe full of forget

my day job as night porter at the morning markets on tuesday afternoons

Monet wont buy you everything but damn close by Vermeer

i stumble through your museum a philistine damaging your little crowns

i jumble up your one thousand names and i say them all just for fun

i am a barbarian let loose upon a memory

my world of remorse off course in an unknown galaxy

i strap on my axe turn my back on an enemy

this is the house where the king will be born

this is the time as if arrows could sing

this is the time in intelligence we gleaned

suddenly though

youve had enough






10 Responses to “chrysanthemum”

  1. avatar
    Steven Krut | 2 January 2016 at 5:31 am #

    “Monet wont buy you everything…”

    This is true. He was quite frugal. At least… that’s my impression.

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      ticktockclarice | 7 January 2016 at 12:16 am #

      Wish i knew what u were looking for….might’ve known what u would find……

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    Chris | 2 January 2016 at 6:15 pm #

    steve e writes a song with an e zeebeet

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    venus in rags | 2 January 2016 at 10:49 pm #

    13 CUPIDS….

  4. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 4 January 2016 at 10:04 am #

    The spanish arcs of a pastoral melody
    The jubilance of a young girl dressed in stripes parading through the deserted villas
    With the instances of the geometry of Pythagoras’ self portrait
    The cry of an incan quena flute
    The out of print posthumous writers from the library’s arcane section
    The stones will crumble they say
    The trees will be left bare, for a while

  5. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 5 January 2016 at 2:11 pm #

    The melting clocks are cool but really if I had money the only painters I’d buy are magritte and DeChirico.

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    Richard | 6 January 2016 at 8:27 am #

    Belated HAPPY NEW YEAR and thanks for a delightful 1st entry for 2016. How blessed we are to receive your words. All the best for a continuing Creative Renaissance for both You & The Church

  7. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 15 January 2016 at 5:51 am #

    The more I look the less I smile. Never mind let’s stay a while. I’ve been listening to skins and heart I always skipped that one cause it was too expensive to buy on import cd. but now I can get it on iTunes. Man. This album is so great.

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    kevinbreton | 15 January 2016 at 5:53 am #

    RIP. David Bowie. I loved that guy. Almost as much as you and the Church Mr Kilbey. And then Spocks gone too. All my heroes

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    crimson | 20 January 2016 at 9:02 am #

    Hey here’s hope you’re doing well SK! Take as long a break as you need!

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