posted on September 2, 2007 at 5:43 am

had a lovely saturday night with my little one
stumbling on the bucking kitchen floor
a mist formed in my eyes and everything seemed smoky
after a shaky liftoff
i achieved cruise latitude
we drank riccadonna ruby red
and we became lost in our conversations
threading through the avenues of our thoughts
stopping in unexpected night gardens
we made out among the statues
our house expanded to contain our universe
i was telling you about my life w/bush n ghosts
i was telling you a very deep dark secretive thing
i was so lost in my words
my words like a forest
my words hemming me in
my words a grove of sentences
life sprouting everywhere
you were sitting there in the candlemoonlight
listening to me
i could see you
listening intentsly
i could see you before my smoky eyes
and if you were a little cold
and if you were a little sleepy
and if the voice coming out of me
wasnt hipp-know-tizing us slowly
yes i told you about the pictures
yes i told you of my long lost youth
yes i told you about youthful predilections
about the flat in canberra where i lived
when i right and then left home
where slept in my room in wonder
where joe and i smoked homegrown weed
and my head exploded in achingly slow motion
and we listened to some prog record and i saw gawd
and my hands floated up to the ceiling like lianas
i was scared to close my eyes
it was all rushing backwards in my head
towards some point in the distance, fr’instance
and girls who came over there
and the songs i wrote on a one stringed guitar
talking thinking rambling in a strangers soft voice
i was telling you about my weird scenes and my dark thoughts
i could tell you werent judging me though
i could see you were enjoying my midnite confession
i could see my winged words were hitting home
i could feel them bouncing down in your recall
in one ear and out the other
my words were slipping into you
and slipping out of you again
coming out all mixed up and changed
and i said listen
as i wove this web of words
as i weave thru the traffic in my spine
as i wake up that nasty serpent
as i make another fire
there is another world out there
a world of easy pleasure
a world with no outsides
a world of our own
the neighbours come home and bang around
but theyre a million moonlit miles away
in my room i am king jester and slave
in my room i am the whole of the law
in my room with the candles all flickering with little haloes
in my room with my riccadonna ruby
which i sip cautiously
in my room with my suitcase and guitar
in my room with the wine stain on the carpet
in my room with a little high window
one thing ive learnt is how to have a good time
one thing more is how good times suddenly evaporate
one other thing is the mundane doldrums that plague me
let me be in my heads pace
let me run my course
like a river in flood
like a highway that shoots thru your town
like a missile entering enemy airspace
like a hatchet job on an axe hero
like when they hang the wrong man
like christmas on the easter islands
more than that cannot be said
more than that is wasteful
more than that could make you behave irresponsibly
as the ice melts down in the tray
as you insinuate yourself towards me
as you do
as you alight on a chair
as you spin out of control
as you are ever ready
and sleep comes on so gradually
you cant tell whats happening anymore
its all immaterial
a moot point
a shibboleth
a bridge from nowhere to nowhere
a spoonful
a footprint in the concrete
a night locked in the zoo
we face the beasts and animals
they say
we thought you were the animals
they say
dont watch us so rudely
they say
you are incapable of understanding us
now i drift off my baby
my companion
now i drift off to my own world
even you cant come in here ordinarily
but tonight
you can take shelter in the warm cavern of slumber
shrug off your weary things
its deep and pleasant
we’ll swim into it together
only to be parted
by sleeps sweet oblivion

28 Responses to “fathers n sunday”

  1. avatar
    craig1.618 | 2 September 2007 at 6:56 am #

    sometimes i get stuck on the “only to be parted” part

    but then i remind myself of the big picture ( well at least my notion of the big picture)

    and then my smile returns

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    Anonymous | 2 September 2007 at 7:34 am #

    and noe i fell as if i might have

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    limebeaver | 2 September 2007 at 7:58 am #

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    have you guys ever considered using a service like ?
    At a Paul Kelly gig the other night they were promoting downloadable versions of the show for $15 aud. Wouldn’t this kind of thing be perfect for The Crunch and their voracious fans the planet over?


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    Anonymous | 2 September 2007 at 8:27 am #

    beautiful SK! glad you had a lovely night with your baby…mine did a self portrait for me for “father’s day”..she hands it to me,and said “can you feel how much work I put into it mamma?..”so precious!…then this morning,she dragged out,from under the house,the last painting I was working on,before last October,when i lost the rest of my eyesight…and says “Mamma? you want me to give your goddess a face,and paint the borders of the canvass for you?” so she did,and we’ve hung it up,and apparently it looks pretty good!…Art..xx the fireworks were great last night{the jets especially {mmmmm hee hee!}..but as per usual,getting a cab home on a night like that is near impossible!…ended up walking home,my mum and daughter in toe…{we stupidly waited for a booked cab for 1 and a half bloody hours before we decided to walk it }…have a peaceful night all o ya!…love,as always,gen xxxxx

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    Anonymous | 2 September 2007 at 10:28 am #

    trippy,steve…sleep sounds like a very good option at the moment…i’m pooped…
    love always
    -The Hellbound heart

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    Anonymous | 2 September 2007 at 10:41 am #

    Nice one to drift off to sk, nighty-night then.
    Love Amanda

  7. avatar
    Daberhasher | 2 September 2007 at 11:15 am #

    i just woke up, but nighty night just the same… ah, september…
    your spring, my fall…


  8. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 2 September 2007 at 11:53 am #

    oh, you are a beautiful writer SK

    genx, if that is true, my heart just cracked… but it’s OK.

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    life & soul of zilch | 2 September 2007 at 12:05 pm #

    I have never learned how to have a good time. But then I’m celibate, sober, friendless, loveless, blah, etc, so it’s no wonder, eh.

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    Anonymous | 2 September 2007 at 12:52 pm #

    Jen jewel brown…its for real my friend..i/we have a blessed life,i have been thinking that i might write a book..some people ask how we manage{/managed when she was a baby especially}to have such a rich life and close bond…my answer to that is ???she’s never had a mum who could see…and i’ve never had a child,when i could’s no biggy really…but it touches me deeply,her manner,and her methods…she came to me a few years ago,and put a very cold snow pea on my fore arm,and said”mamma,LOOK how big THIS one is!” …she worked that one out herself,and when she’s near me she always strokes/pats me momentarily somewhere on my body,so i know she’s there…its very moving …but most of the time,where too busy having fun,and i and most of my friends,and my family quite often come out with the words “oh,yeah,i always forget that youre/i’m blind”{and thats when they are complimenting me on something,and then realize that it may be a challenge for someone who could see…let alone ,me,who cannot} love to you JJB…am off to bed now in a minute …am quite sleepy myself…lovely blog,mr sparkley K,sweet dreams every one,and love and peaz…gen xxx

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    fantasticandy | 2 September 2007 at 2:25 pm #

    mr kilbey!!!!!!
    you have one hell of a wine merchant!

    genx….i’m as hard as nails, yet even i am starting to fall under your spell.
    luv to all,
    andy L.

    p.s. cheers me jonny!

  12. avatar
    Me | 2 September 2007 at 4:12 pm #

    That’s a love letter for the ages, one to print and mail to her. On nice stationary, of course. love, Miss Grove

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    Anonymous | 2 September 2007 at 4:16 pm #

    it’s so damn hue-mad.
    me face is melting and it’s only 9 in the morn.

    listened to the first ultravox this mornin’. thought of you.

    a calming slice of bloggy to be sure
    hold the vegemite captain, i’ll have mine plain.


  14. avatar
    davem | 2 September 2007 at 4:27 pm #

    A romantic little number!

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    Faye | 2 September 2007 at 9:38 pm #

    you are an extraordinary ,one in a squillion,at the top o the heap ,SK!…have a grand day!…xo…it was florentine,hallmark..offwhite with reddish swirl,and green?

  16. avatar
    mattdavison | 2 September 2007 at 10:38 pm #

    Happy fathers day for yest. x-five


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    Anonymous | 2 September 2007 at 11:32 pm #

    Hi sk, I’ve read this over and over, it’s soooo loverly, leaves me all misty eyed, but the word “shibboleth” had me stumped, I’ve never heard of it in my 41 years living in an English speaking country, but is it just me??!!! I learn something everyday with you Time Being, tanx!
    Have another beautiful day in sunny Bondi.
    Luv Amanda

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    lily was here | 2 September 2007 at 11:34 pm #

    “our house expanded to contain our universe” …
    beautiful night killer

    “Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray
    Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday
    In my room
    In my room” … that song is resonating in my head now.


  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 September 2007 at 12:27 am #

    you know you rock. more music please. sir.


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    Anonymous | 3 September 2007 at 12:56 am #

    flight, fly so high
    knock me face forward with your vibes
    sneak up behind me
    startle me with your rush of sound
    long before you arrive
    shake down the buildings
    make the people freak
    I go outside to have a peak
    there you go flying again
    altogether in a flock
    flitting about like a hummingbird
    we studied each other today
    me the bird, the bird me
    we stare in peace
    for what seemed ages
    I take the bird home
    through my eyes
    a photogenic mini peacock of sorts
    irredescent greens
    translucent wings
    show it off through gouache sketches
    then oil paintings

    what do I gain?
    I take a stand
    better than silence

    thanks for the incentive flights!


    I’d laugh our way out of the party party genx…through the lost and home again!

  21. avatar
    Thelonious | 3 September 2007 at 1:10 am #

    Shit SK, I thought I had a good saturday night….

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    Anonymous | 3 September 2007 at 2:37 am #

    Art…did you say party?…I’m ready to play when you are!..and laughter,and twinklin’ eyes…they’d be my favourites!…bless you,and your birdy{s}birdy num nums…am buzzing today.I give my poor cat electric shocks,every time i pat him….better go for a walk or make something,or sing or ? or something…must be spring,or i’ve had too much sleep!….love to yoooo miss art xxx ..gen x

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    Anonymous | 3 September 2007 at 5:06 am #

    genx, I said party party! Some say it thrice in a row…twice is good for me. I hope to see you some time, along with your artwork…I think you’re a lovely person! I hope you’ll check the message at your blogger- maybe you didn’t see the one I sent?!! Anyway, your daughter sounds very special!



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    Anonymous | 3 September 2007 at 8:39 am #

    Art…she’s really special,she’s amazing….and ….her latest bicycle trick?…..shes so proud of the fact,that she can ride,with one hand in the air,one eye closed,whilst singing Zip-e-de-do-dah!….she’s a right character as well!..mmm…par-tea!…love,gen xxxp.s. I’d show you my art…anyday girl,and maybe…you could tell me your interpretations /what it looks like?!

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    Anonymous | 3 September 2007 at 1:12 pm #

    Kilbey, has anyone ever told you that you are a pretentious twat? Be a bit nicer to those real people closer to you!

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 September 2007 at 1:43 pm #

    Art…you are so lovely!,right back at ya baby! gen

  27. avatar
    CSTCoach | 4 September 2007 at 3:17 pm #

    absolutely beautiful. a very cool world. did you always feel that way as a kid too? different from your friends and family, like you carried a world inside your head?

  28. avatar
    NickFiction | 4 September 2007 at 6:21 pm #

    mymy that was lovely!

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