posted on December 16, 2014 at 8:46 pm
red my book

red my book

trippers i am the freak

am he who am she who am you and me

bangers i am the transubstantial poet in black velvet and grey chord

dazed by a fever i bear down on these keys full of a glorious madness

let a museum of memories explode over  les folies 

old theatre hound bound down before you everyday in anyway you want me

i peddle these thoughts some which i bought with my own blood

i hum the drumming thumbs that rolling sound when tambourine mountain

hurls back the deluge at the boiling ocean sky

girls approach me from out of a forest i almost know why

i summon the glum lord slum lord of storm and steel

but why would anything listen to me..?

strung out in a web of lows

struggling for the sure

nevertheless i am no less clever than your average fool

for the ghoulish a pool of bleach and wheres my kohl

older times in sepia soft glow

spin that wheel upon the bumpy airspeed tho

everything you think you know is tray faux

i dont need to take any dope

for fucks sake cant he be the great white hopeless ?

i am the in to the inner

i am the sin after dinner

i am the crook old fox

the thud within your heart box

i slide down any madness in freefall

this is why i get paid the (gulp) big bucks

that is why

that dark matter sucks

 

 

 

 

36 Responses to “dolphin street new south whales”

  1. etta
    etta | 16 December 2014 at 9:36 pm #

    Peep

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    tearle | 16 December 2014 at 11:34 pm #

    Why listen to you? I’d read every single one of this poetry diary thing if I had the time. The honest vein of the earth sucks, let my blood and guts entertain you… so I don’t feel so alone. Another world I want too. Anyway it’s unique, this mixed up, whole library in your head coming out, making up your own complex language & style… Shakespeare did that. Anyway, ya can’t help doing it, and this stuff that flows out is great. X

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    tearle | 16 December 2014 at 11:57 pm #

    The ‘authenticity’ from a good place is why I read your stuff, coupled with your unquie style is what I mean. 🙂

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      Kerrie | 17 December 2014 at 12:49 pm #

      You nailed it! That’s why we read it. That’s why we listen and lend the eyes and ears – it’s real – we crave the real.

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    Cath | 17 December 2014 at 8:38 am #

    Because you are a substantiated poet in an old museum of memories of the theatre called earth.

    I love to recontextualsie your words….I could take them and string them like the best gifts the ocean has to offer…dare me <3 much love and healing Steve

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      thetimebeing | 17 December 2014 at 1:48 pm #

      go for it cath!

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        Cath | 18 December 2014 at 11:10 am #

        Yey, this will be fun, bit like a mad scientist in an alchemists lair…..

        black velvet freak explodes keys of glorious memories
        madness a museum old sound found
        deluge like a drum boiling the forests of Tambourine mountain
        The lord of storm listens to the lows
        Fool of the pool spins the wheel
        dark matter the heart that glows
        blood eclipsed chords memoirs of older times
        spinning the inner out
        the you and me
        freaks reveal
        the daze of a poet…….. 🙂

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          Cath | 18 December 2014 at 11:28 am #

          P.s Can you please do some Nebuchadnezzar oratory of some of your prose works it would be awesome to hear these in dramatic environs:)

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          thetimebeing | 18 December 2014 at 6:38 pm #

          reconstituted!

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    eekie | 17 December 2014 at 8:41 am #

    i am the sin after dinner

    I like that. Gave me a good smile.

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    cure | 17 December 2014 at 7:54 pm #

    a big spoonful of lemon juice and raw honey (don’t heat it; kills the honey)or fresh lime “tea” with bitters (hot or cold works) then a hot bath w/Epsom salts/lavender is nice if have… as you’re drifting off to sleep remind yourself that in your dream you will not be part of except as an observer… watch as everything passes… in the morning your cold/flu will have passed too. While falling asleep (my aunt) would use her index and middle fingers in a V and with index behind ears to gently rub up and down from temple above ea ear/hairline to top of jaw …until asleep. It works! You’ll be well in the morning. somehow the combo cleanses all your glands to release toxins and dreaming about others passing you through the night takes the sickness along with (serious).

    it always works.

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    Bec | 17 December 2014 at 9:19 pm #

    In a world of clammer and chaos and crass words, reading your prose is honeyed opiate….
    xxx

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    tearle | 18 December 2014 at 6:34 pm #

    Won’t suggest Jewish penicillin! Witches brew; honey, lemon, garlic, ginger & warm water. Fresh veg & fruit juice twice a day. Centuries ago they used Alcohol to increase body Temp to kill the virus… leave that to an expert. Feed the cold, then starve the fever. REST SK… sea air, sunlight, etc. x

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    Chris | 19 December 2014 at 12:30 am #

    ‘the transubstantial poet’…absolutely…the alchemist who changes words into spirit…

  10. etta
    etta | 19 December 2014 at 1:49 pm #

    Kohl tolled me to tell you she grew up a little. Stopped dying her hair, went to her natural dusty brown not dissimilar to dye, strangely became more tasty so i etta.

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    Anonymous | 19 December 2014 at 6:02 pm #

    You see? Curses do work. This is just the beginning.

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    Bernadette Keys | 19 December 2014 at 7:35 pm #

    Brilliant!

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    Lady Di | 21 December 2014 at 2:53 pm #

    Merry Christmas SK and have a great 2015.

    Love Di

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    andy | 21 December 2014 at 8:01 pm #

    waiting now for volume two of the autobio!

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    veleska1970 | 22 December 2014 at 11:14 am #

    Warm honey & lemon tea!!!!! I just can’t say enough good things about that concoction. The lemon and honey soothe the sore throat, and the warmth just…..well, just makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over. 😀

    Feel better, friend.

    Lotza love….

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    always@meetsdeadlines | 22 December 2014 at 11:33 am #

    How are you feeling, better yet? or still in the reeds…

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      thetimebeing | 22 December 2014 at 4:01 pm #

      worse

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        eekie | 22 December 2014 at 4:32 pm #

        Well that’s no good.
        Cooper and I are sending you lots of well wishes.
        That means you’re pretty special, because not everyone get’s well wishes from Cooper!

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    tearle | 22 December 2014 at 4:28 pm #

    Merry Christmas to SK & us sickly things. My book recommendation (other than ‘something quite…’ of course!) is Edward Rutherford’s ‘Sarum’. Still want to read ‘the forest’ all about my favourite place. The Alcohol thing would work, but who’s got those skills nowdays? Sure its just the towns flu sk? x

  18. etta
    etta | 22 December 2014 at 5:03 pm #

    How bout the eucalyptus inhalation if need be? You were working very hard recently. There is always good ol camomile tea – what a cliche- but a wonderful cure all i think. Rosehip and rosehip/hibiscus also recommend. Oranges! Sydney weather is all over the place at the moment. I wasnt feeling great yesterday arvo after chores so self practised some yoga with almost instant results. Must keep practising. Thank you for your encouragement with yoga and for the gifts you gave us this year. Please enjoy a rest.

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    always@meetsdeadlines | 23 December 2014 at 2:51 am #

    One week to climb down into the tunnel, one week or so to wander, one week to climb out. So thet say. Don’t hesitate to call your doc if you feel it’s worse – flu can be serious if it decides to be.

    …I tend to hover, it’s my nature 😉

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    emd | 23 December 2014 at 11:07 am #

    Was lucky to hear your fab radio show yesterday
    http://doublej.net.au/programs/spot/steve-kilbey-church-hosts-spot
    only 1 day before it expires!
    *sorry you’re poorly- sucks

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    foolonthehill | 23 December 2014 at 10:44 pm #

    Did that slip of the plectrum, over that string, bring on this melancholy?


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