posted on November 4, 2008 at 7:57 pm

same olde dreamy
flying cautiously thru the air
i turn up my palms and i soar
soar thru my continuum dreams
where my mother runs a nightclub
and the band i’m in are always on a plane
or checking in to some strange motel
or my whole family are with me
in scandinavia or s.carolina
or howe the hell would i know
and just like in real life
i struggle struggle struggle against a contrary world
elation n indifference
trying to prove i’m innocent to someone
trying to negotiate complicated rules my mind cant follow
trying to decide
trying to cope
always something niggle niggle niggle
higgledy piggeldy
i wriggle away from redtape like an eel
hot n bothered
trick questions a’plenty
hoops n coops
boxes to tick
forms to fill in
i never get around to it
always way behind in spades
weary dreary and teary
i blame drugs
i blame pressure
i blame the years
i blame everyone of you
i blame the stupid things i say
i blame fame and the lack of it
i blame the second rate pricks who always do well
i blame my patrician face and my freckled skin
i blame war and disasters
i blame my over imagination
i sit at the table with miha my new friend
he looks like a slavic king from 1476
with his sandy prince valiant do
and his scanty little beard
his deep blue eyes are piercing
his body is tanned n almost perfect
as he lifts his shirt
and shows us the scar that runs from his chest
past his belly button n down
miha at 33 has licked the big C
some fucking monstrous tumour putting the squeeze on his guts
hes learned some things battling the disease
he can rise out of his body at will
he can withstand great pain
he is christlike in his composure
his blue eyes rest on me benevolently
at first i thought he was a hippy bum like me
but one day he turns up dressed to the nines
in a pierre de la ponce suit
wow they say clothes maketh the man
but this guy looks very smart in his black threads
he seems to have a hundred jobs i dont understand
setting things up
sailing boats
making films for installations
some people its better to not to try to understand them
its easier that way
let them be poems instead of articles
let them be songs instead of equations
he says hes gonna find out about a lot of things
before hes done down here
from most people that would sound hollow
and i would prob’ly scoff
but miha has the genuine ring of authenticity
his gaze takes a lot in
i can see that
you could play king wenceslas if they ever do a version.. i say
i could really see him with a silver crown n chain mail armour
or am i dreaming all this up again
steve roaches dream circle pulsates in background
natalie in lemuria 2 sits on my big new easel
my ears are ringing
nk looks for election results in the u.s. but finds only soccer
i hate fucking soccer
the endless construction in sydneys eastern suburbs starts up
they continue to knock down little family houses
n put up “modern” looking blocks o’ flats
that’ll be eyesores in twenny years time
up go the cranes
up go the bricks
down come the bleedin’ ‘ammers again n again n again
the radios come on playing the worst rubbish
the blokes yell out to each other in “colourful” language
the lorries n vans clog the streets
theres sand n bits of wood everywhere
cement trucks queue on the corner
sloshing round the liquid blecchh
the porta loos reek
and the racket goes on 6 days a week
meanwhile the n bondi sky is filled with
good n bad minor birds
magpies
pee wees
pigeons (i hate fucking pigeons)
sea gulls
pair o’ keats
starlings
sparrows
willy wagtails
cock or twos screeching n careening abaht
kook-a-burras
crows (of course)
ravens(can ya tell the difference?)
and occaisionally you see
some birds of prey high up in the either
snatchin’ un-fort-u-nate vik-tims outta the heir
say la vee
n
kay sir rah
n
et stra
n. bondi is amazingly picture-esk
its surrounded by hills full of lovely trees n houses
the flowers bloom intensely
their colours are all outrageous
and every one is reaffirmation of the existence of olde godly
who is one fucking hell of an artist
wow even when ya look up close ya cant tell how hes done it
and some of the flowers smell good to boot
and some little yappy dogs are good to boot too
(tho i’d never dream of eating em)
guess you think i’m a brute with my talk of boot
yeah i am
a poet n a brute
and you thought they didnt make that model anymore?
but just like (insert fave poet here)
i am too fucking bloody subtle for the hoi polloi
and they cannot grok my groovy message
so i write poems about atlantis
and my readers tell me to cheer up
oh ha ha ha
next
cortez n the azz-tex (the happy version)
the punic wars with sad bits left out
attila the hun…the less heralded genius of..
the lighter side of melancholy
etc
etc
puh-leeze
meanwhile in n bondi
the birds tweety tweety
the machines bangedi bang
the cars rev rev rev
the buses groany moany
schoolkids sigh
ants scuttle
cockroaches hide
rats piss
mice squeak
bees buzz on their busy bizness
fuck i dont know
the sun comes feebly n tentatively out
the clouds form a hazy patina like in italy
the houses gleam in the sun
scarlet squeals n shrieks somewhere in the house
all around me is the debris of art
paper pastels pastel dust
paints dried up paints pencils scissors brushes
leads plugs earphones cans of spray sponges
applicators wrappers lids plectrums lighters papers
bottles of stuff
rollers tubes buckets pots boxes sketches packets
clips tape easels paintings frames masks books
cds dvds material fake n real plants
etc etc etc
a still morning outside
it will never come again
carpe fucking diem!

18 Responses to “devil-ish”

  1. avatar
    steve kilbey | 4 November 2008 at 9:55 pm #

    denise de vo vo
    you are now forbidden from contributing until 2013
    ok?

  2. avatar
    fantasticandy | 5 November 2008 at 12:26 am #

    ‘ere…this blog was about nowt!
    bloody ‘ell gertie..how’d ya get away with it?

    matty d…the best to yer….

  3. avatar
    MEM | 5 November 2008 at 12:29 am #

    i cant say anything but
    i wont
    you
    know my mind is
    always scheming this
    and that and this is it
    and this means
    this and isnt this exactly it
    somehow
    ill get this
    all down
    again
    but
    memory meaning significance
    is what ive said
    not what im saying
    its already thought of
    and said before
    not said only thought
    maybe even not that
    shit i’m just getting in deeper
    not even a subscriber
    shit
    empty random american
    lost hope
    meaning
    memory
    progeny
    mortality
    a guise so great
    its completely
    forgotten
    a dream
    a crowed
    concert
    i can’t see the band
    it’s all electronic
    curved space
    performers on hydraulics
    suspended
    illusion
    i loose my wallet
    my leather jacket
    my car keys
    i cant afford a sandwich
    hostile crowd
    oppressive
    i see your glance…
    then its
    some reality
    tv cooking show i’m
    in and i’m
    so miffed but its tasty
    jesus
    wtf?

  4. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 5 November 2008 at 1:00 am #

    whatever you do don’t tell Mary you hate fucking pigeons…lol
    Sit Down Jonny

    ps. too late…
    it’s not their fault human waste has become their taste…
    Sit Down Mary

  5. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 5 November 2008 at 2:19 am #

    I’m for the birds including pigeons. No animal, bird, fish, reptile or amphibian should be demonized by any human who is a member of the malignant species that has been and is incessantly decimating, massacring, polluting, killing, ravaging, starving, poisoning, logging and extirpating the planet, other creatures and fellow humans.

    CHRISSIE HYNDE RULES ! BREAK UP THE CONCRETE ! MY GOD LOVES ALL CREATURES EVEN VEGETARIAN LUSHES!

    OBAMA WINS !

  6. avatar
    eek | 5 November 2008 at 2:35 am #

    Ohio is making eekie proud tonight!!! 😀 😀

  7. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 5 November 2008 at 4:15 am #

    Barack Obama just became the 1st black president of the U.S.A. if you and nk were wondering…
    Jonny Hollywood

  8. avatar
    markobears | 5 November 2008 at 5:50 am #

    Back in black!

  9. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 5 November 2008 at 6:10 am #

    Um…yes sir, Steve. 🙂 2013…I’ll pencil it in my datebook…

    At first I thought you meant I wasn’t allowed to comment!! Sob! My head is spinning from all this election coverage…and yes, Mr. Obama is now President-elect and I see the beginning of the end of the nightmare of the last 8 years…

    yay.

  10. avatar
    kat | 5 November 2008 at 6:26 am #

    na, its just a different nightmare. get real

  11. avatar
    fantasticandy | 5 November 2008 at 7:50 am #

    well said kat!
    ..when youv’e got nothing to start with….what difference can it make?

  12. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 5 November 2008 at 10:39 am #

    ol’ matey, you’re not the only one who feels like they’re pushing shit uphill sometimes…but i tell ya what, having someone close to you going through something like cancer tends to put things in perspective, i reckon…
    love always….
    (c’mon, barack’s gotta be better than george dubya….out with the old boys’ club!)

  13. avatar
    fantasticandy | 5 November 2008 at 12:54 pm #

    hellbound…..
    iv’e been there too…
    i don’t envy you.
    but i do know that big heart of yours isn’t going south just yet!

    as fer the usa…
    most of their problems are the result of selfishness,
    and i’m still not sure of the new boy’s motives!

    that’s enough drivel from me for one day i guess,
    luck ‘n love to all,
    andy L.

  14. avatar
    restaurant mark | 5 November 2008 at 2:19 pm #

    “let them be poems instead of articles
    let them be songs instead of equations”

    love those lines steve…

    we came out in historic, record numbers today to say we’ve had enough…time to try something new…something that could bring people together, not further divide us. we celebrated…the world celebrated…in sydney, in japan, and greece you saw people who have no say here, cheering for the hope of the future, cheering that as a country we made the decision that we could no longer continue in the direction we’ve headed the last eight years. enough was enough. and i saw a speech last night by a man who was obviously humbled by what had been achieved, and obviously aware of the difficult tasks ahead. now the real work begins…good luck to him.

    take care everyone
    mark

  15. avatar
    Jab @ BZT | 5 November 2008 at 3:39 pm #

    Well said R. Mark. I was shickled titless last night at 10pm when I saw him hit 270.

    He sure does have a heap of shit to clean up. But, if anyone has the balls and determination to get down to it, it’s Barack.

    Now that the election is over, I say they start impeachment hearing immediately. War crimes and treason cannot go unpunished.

    Still, it’s a good day in the world.

  16. avatar
    Cee | 5 November 2008 at 5:02 pm #

    Let’s all be community organizers!

  17. avatar
    EDD | 5 November 2008 at 7:24 pm #

    Viva Obama!!!! I Love My Country!!!!! I wish my day job was to sit around and just daydream…..

  18. avatar
    davem | 5 November 2008 at 8:07 pm #

    Fucking crows.


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