posted on April 17, 2011 at 9:20 pm

rode rage

my mind is a seething lava lover

i’m on the boil

dreaming up fresh mischief

cruel coz i cant abide cruelty

everyone is in my sights bang bang bang

a world wore one ace

i strode this old stage before they assembled you from new atoms

i was here before you and without you

in this asphalt eden in this hour of scraper tower

these mean average streets

i was snorting hook and shooting up a river

while your universe still in its infancy

drifted around your mother stars inchoately free

(you had not yet met me )

and delighting comets shot thru your sky

and terrible devils delved in your earth

i heard you howl once from these one score years

i put it down to morpheus

my misguiding light the white lady

all those promises had me jagged

when all she really wanted was to get me by the balls

nevertheless i seem to digress

i cant do 18th century quite like byron shelley

remember him i think you had him once

i’m sure he writhed in loves embrace with some ridiculous face

ah men and the women who love ’em

if i was women i wouldnt love me

i’d love some rich apollo from galilee

i’d love some gorgeous fucking hunk oooh what a chunk…!

i wouldnt love me or most of them jerks that work the bars

hearing that same old slop

some beer swilling clown shouting at a screen

some ignorant oik some philistine prick

some tattooed musclebound macho dick

crinkly greasy little blond curls

his nostrils hideously spread from sniffin’ the air for gurls

his narrow parochial middling world

yeah chug it darlin’ chug your ale

you brain of  snail

you door nail

meanwhile somewhere else

(that counts)

life is haywire for your reception

everything is wrong

a bad forgery of reality you thought

stay untuned it can always get worse

i lash out against violence

i only want peace i moan as i trample on a treaty

yeah war will break out like some teenage kids forehead

love sister its just a shot away

my anchor is embedded in the sea

the wind like those vicious idiots that extrude into my life

like expecting sense from a poet

like a silverfish in a gold glut

i am the master of all these words i juggle

i am sent here on some unknown mission

i am obsessive furtive secretive almost obsolete

i am seldom sweet i am rarely discreet i have cold feet

i am easily beat

my events are influenced by the stupid stars

and some script that shoulda been ripped up n chucked on a tip

fuck that ship

the full moon has calmed my outrageous rage

and fuck this crush as i try to jimmy open this page

oh i wanna read what they all write to you

yes i do

i wanna hear their abysmal excuse for a bribe

their loveletters are wetter and no better than any other g’rillas

all foam and filler not like the killers

the killers loose in the ancient gallery again

walks on down the haul

until he comes to the room of his baby

baby?

yes killer?

i want to………

 

 

 

26 Responses to “erupture”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 April 2011 at 9:40 pm #

    ergh…

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    tracey | 17 April 2011 at 9:43 pm #

    My laypersons understanding are that poets are inspired by pure inspiration or experience, sweet killer. I guess you straddle yourself in between, when you choose too…love the poetry, hope the libra moon soothes, if actually required…

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    Once | 17 April 2011 at 9:49 pm #

    OMG. I love this so much but it’s 5 in the morning here and I am STILL awake, so I can’t articulate why…I need to sleep on it…or, get some coffee and just keep movin’…WTF…comment pending.

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    eekie | 17 April 2011 at 10:06 pm #

    “if i was women i wouldnt love me”

    hmm…interesting. Seems kind of sad…but then I wonder, if any of us were turned into the opposite sex and met our current selves, would both our selves even be attracted to each other (let alone love each other), or would we be too much alike? I can see where someone else could love me, but I think I would just annoy the crap out of myself. Hey, at least I’m honest…. lol

    “a world wore one ace”

    Just remember not to crush Germany post war.

  5. avatar
    andy | 17 April 2011 at 10:06 pm #

    a seething mind?
    average day then.

  6. avatar
    Karen | 17 April 2011 at 10:07 pm #

    I hope Im not a vicious idiot although I feel like one reading your words blown way my friend even if your not
    the end
    well..

  7. avatar
    Cocoamo | 17 April 2011 at 10:17 pm #

    Nicely written. The art, the music, the words. All that is needed to make this three-legged stool solid is to accomplish the unknown mission – the fourth leg. Wonder what it is?

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Still in Cocoa Beach)

  8. avatar
    Lara | 17 April 2011 at 11:51 pm #

    ha ha. Ok, ok–the sacred calves are nice too.

  9. avatar
    Freddie | 18 April 2011 at 12:49 am #

    Isn’t it time to explore something else now?

  10. avatar
    evilren | 18 April 2011 at 1:39 am #

    “my events are influenced by the stupid stars
    and some script that shoulda been ripped up n chucked on a tip
    fuck that ship” I laughed a bit when I read this, sounds like the poet
    after reading King Lear.

  11. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 18 April 2011 at 2:27 am #

    I am nowhere today, and feel as if no one exists in this shell. I have chronic insomnia and my body cannot differ between light and dark, day and night.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

  12. avatar
    Steven Krut | 18 April 2011 at 2:37 am #

    You’re such a wonderful person. But you’ve got problems. 🙂

  13. avatar
    davem | 18 April 2011 at 5:39 am #

    Look at that calf! Back on form killer.

  14. avatar
    davem | 18 April 2011 at 5:40 am #

    Oh and the David Neil stuff sounds just brilliant. I’m off to get some North Devon coastal air for a couple of days – walks along the beach will have to replace my daily TTB fix.
    x

  15. avatar
    Meg Manestar | 18 April 2011 at 7:56 am #

    :o)x

  16. avatar
    Jasperina | 18 April 2011 at 8:43 am #

    those calves!!A man with calves like those would make any girl swoon…

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      thetimebeing | 18 April 2011 at 11:54 am #

      is that what swooning girls want jas? bulging calves…..?
      ok then i’m set…..
      rather it was my pockets bulging with filthy lucre tho……

  17. avatar
    captain mission | 18 April 2011 at 9:27 am #

    anger helps us set new boundaries.

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    ? | 18 April 2011 at 10:29 am #

    if i was women i wouldnt love me

    i’d love some rich apollo from galilee

    i’d love some gorgeous fucking hunk oooh what a chunk…!

    i wouldnt love me or most of them jerks that work the bars

    hearing that same old slop

    some beer swilling clown shouting at a screen

    some ignorant oik some philistine prick

    some tattooed musclebound macho dick…..

    Brilliant… hey I like this because I live in town that serves these kind of men up… but I am a twenty something year old and Ive never been attracted to anything a normal twenty year old should have been. Im into Pink Floyd and Dire Straits… oh and The Church… if more SK’s existed id be in my element because the modern day male sux!!!

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      thetimebeing | 18 April 2011 at 11:53 am #

      baby every town is serving up those guys in spades
      more sk’s?
      they dont make my model anymore…….
      but
      here on my blog
      theres enough of me to go round
      help yerself “?” coz soon i will be gone to ground

      • avatar
        ? | 18 April 2011 at 11:24 pm #

        They’re a weird bunch that dont really stand for much except VB, tats and footy. Its refreshing to listen to music that stands for something.

        • avatar
          ? | 18 April 2011 at 11:24 pm #

          Im glad my Dad introduced me to the music I love today.

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    Bella Donna | 18 April 2011 at 10:57 am #

    everyone is in my sights bang bang bang

    you obviously haven’t met your match
    unlikey to where you live

    come out this way
    if you dare
    come and set your sights on one of our targets
    you won’t get as far as b

    however
    for fun’s sake
    we’ll make it easy for you

    you against my sister
    who you’d despise
    immediately

    out of curiosity
    just to count the boom
    cos your name wasn’t on any of her bullets
    i pointed
    she fired

    boom boom pow!!!

    and that was picking on someone her own size

    you should try it for a change

  20. avatar
    Freddie | 18 April 2011 at 11:33 am #

    You playin’ Twister?

  21. avatar
    Lisa | 18 April 2011 at 6:11 pm #

    SK your leg is a thing of beauty…oh yeah I liked what you wrote too but kinda distracted by a certain appendage (have to keep scrolling up to take another look). Whatcha sitting on? The kids beanbag chair?

  22. avatar
    hellbound heart | 18 April 2011 at 7:36 pm #

    the scary thing is that so many of the male fuck-wits that you write about produce children and turn out to be lousy parents……that’s if they hang around after they’ve impregnated some poor clueless female……
    love always……


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