posted on April 24, 2011 at 7:43 pm

plummet in some seamless night

my hand dealt by your hand

queen of clubs goes on the king of dope

the jack of all trades goes on the red car pet

the knave of rolex between the suits

my brain stuffed full of memory

someone write down the score

ok ok i’m jus’ warming up

the words will flow

you cant force the process you know

its easter sunday surely the day itself is in hearts

i’m steve kilbey in spades

the kitten is the two of clubs

and scarlet kilbey is some red queen

the game of life starts by all players being dealt out their hands

oh man you gotta play the hand thats dealt ya

ok no one is agreeing on the game either

i thought after a foul i got 2 free goes

or could jump to a square n get crowned n be a king in tyrus

just for the night

crowned in crown street

downed in the high street

i move through diagonals i think unseen

i glimpse at your cards

oh no i am not afraid to cheat

oh i’d like to move your pieces

oh i’d like to see your 6s and 7s

oh i’d like to know where yer knights gonna go

i get all mixed up

secretly the queen of spades gets passed back n forth between the players

its the maximum penalty

she is a lethal lady

she is anathema to a real player

thanks you bastard says some unlucky sod as i slip him black queen

i’m sorry man …i begin

yeah yeah says the player…you dont look fuckin’ sorry

i smirk behind my sunglasses then

black queen goes straight for ace of diamonds

you bastard says another player as black queen comes out

she lays on the table looking up at you

go on she says goading you on

kinda hard to tell her age

go on she says

if youre man enough

fuck this i rifle through my hand

the joker screams at me from behind the 9 of wands

the other players have responded with their big guns

unable to contain my triumph i lay down joker with a small scream

fuck you where’d ya get that from ? says one of the players

‘e’s gotta fuckin’ mortgage on the fuckin’ joker! says another angrily

black queen goes thru em like dominos going down

but you played your one n only joker now what…?

the other players have upped the ante

the bets are obscene

one folds like a deck chair

another jumps over men in an L shape

its simple he says

no dealer no drama

i shuffle i huff

i suddenly in on a bluff

i play rough

i never feel i got enough

zeitgeist? tough!

yeah its all froth n bits o’fluff

until the hard stuff






17 Responses to “fish”

  1. avatar
    hellbound heart | 24 April 2011 at 8:24 pm #

    play the cards you’ve been dealt….god, sometimes that’s a hard one but you just gotta make the best of it or use it to make you stronger or better in some way…..also remember that somebody out there’s got a shittier hand than you….
    love always…….

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    Richard | 24 April 2011 at 8:49 pm #

    they may’ve been warm-ups
    but you had me with the first two lines

    with all the things you undoubtedly are
    one of the better ones is that you are a clever bastard

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    . | 25 April 2011 at 4:05 am #

    what the hell, I got a rotten hand
    one king short of a kingdom, I suspend
    my anger, my hunger, my kinship, my clan
    left under a dying oak in downtown winterland
    it’s best to accept my fate and binary program
    punch me here, leave me intact, i’m less than
    the salt of the earth, whirling in the great expanse
    turning clay into sparrows, that’s not me, my man
    from the East, her hair blacker than a baby grand
    plays sweet chords of comfort when i don’t understand
    the pain and the suffering around me, the failing plan
    the ancients set in motion, like a sinking ship without its’ captain
    i got another hand coming with perseus, medusa’s head, and pan
    maybe the odds are changing, maybe this time i’ll have a chance

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    Jonny Hollywood | 25 April 2011 at 4:31 am #

    but someone did write down the score 31 times over 🙂

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    david | 25 April 2011 at 4:55 am #

    just get the kids to shuffle the deck….gethsemene is beautiful.. but the comments are closed to you ..

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    mari hall | 25 April 2011 at 5:14 am #

    Lucid dreams,live reflexions, The cards are alive each day. reality tries to fool senses to the inevitable. Like a poker game, better yet… sport the smile from within.. bailing out it’s fashion and peace to the unknown wonder! Into your own energetic wardrobe.. called inspirations! A bear Scarlet hug in your heart. Love to you!

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    Lara | 25 April 2011 at 6:59 am #

    Few things are as perfectly satisfying as dropping the Queen on someone. My family played cards often. 🙂

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 25 April 2011 at 8:15 am #

    Happy Easter Everyone !!!

    In regards to this whole ‘playin card’ metaphors, my deck has the wrong fuckn cards and they are somehow cursed because every day they keep changing. Sometimes it all feels like the messed up children’s game – ’52 pick up’, and im sick of picking up the same cards over an over.

    Darrin K.

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    monksphere | 25 April 2011 at 2:06 pm #

    Deal me in. There’s no more cards up my sleeves and
    I don’t think I can stop playing for one more tablespoon.

  10. avatar
    scottt | 25 April 2011 at 2:48 pm #

    i took yer cards n placed them in the spokes of my ole beat up murray bicycle. i cruised piggly wiggly until i found her. she worked as a night stocker, but she slept thru most shifts. she’s all mine. thats the kinda shit that happens when you’re holding the winning hand

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    DavidP | 25 April 2011 at 3:17 pm #

    our humble wordy cosmic goose hero making his way through time
    trying to solve a puzzle, whilst negotiating an obstacle course looking for the way out of an impossible maze
    ah, that’s life, what a wonder it is
    You been in some clubs
    You in a lot of hearts
    You are sk in spades
    You a diamond geezer
    You a funny joker too
    there’s a winning hand!

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 25 April 2011 at 7:00 pm #

      goose hero…its perfect

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        DavidP | 25 April 2011 at 9:39 pm #

        those were your words re: the moondoggy character in van park if i do recall correctly, actually i think you said “a wordy cosmic heroic goose, remind you of anyone?”
        and the puzzle/obstacle course/maze bit i borrowed from you as well from a blog in the last month or two
        and my card analogy is one that i have used before on yer blog
        so all in all i didnt really work all that hard to make this post

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 26 April 2011 at 12:02 am #

    You are compassionate and informative. My nightmare and nightmares that continue because of what happened to me have changed my life and all those around me. Yes, I am still in the process of litigation with what happened to me during that period. Stuff that will shock you that I have documentation on , because I pulled my entire hospital records (size of a medium phone book) are : incorrect ‘consent forms’ , nurses faking times and dates of care. Doctors notes that do not match up to the actual drug dispense from the hospital pharmacy. Never meeting the ‘doctor’ until the time of the procedure. Having my wife sign me into the hospital, which is not legal in my situation because I was coherent. Than the social workers lying to my family about what happened on a daily basis while I was locked up those 28 days, never telling me that I could have walked OUT at any time-this was a huge mistake on their part. The lies, lies, lies are outrageous. They never expected me to pull all my medical records, or they would have been more careful. And the Huge Elephant in the room is their explanation on how they had me on 6-8 mgs of Ativan on a complete daily basis. I was hypnotically tranquilized the entire time. It was not written as PRN. And than when I left the hospital , they never stepped me off of 28 fucking days of being on huge amounts of a VERY addictive drug, Ativan, at the doses I was given. After its half-life changed into a withdraw state. I was stuck in a REM situation for 104 hours. Unable to sleep. My litigation will go on for quite some more time because the point of blame ranges from the hospital, clinics, specialists, head shrinks, hospital staff and so on. It is a living nightmare and has no exact ending in sight, Sure, hands have been spanked, and punishment has been handed out. But I have no idea when all this will end. After Ernest Hemingway had ECT, he committed suicide, he proclaimed that he had lost his ability to be…himself. ECT is the dirtiest , darkest secret in all medicine.

    Darrin K.

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    Butterpride | 29 April 2011 at 7:30 am #

    I love how the very last word SHOCKS you! Excellent!

    Creampuff, LOL…too funny!

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 May 2011 at 10:42 am #

    one Knave/six spades

    the queen, she said, she likes her roses red… and gardners, six, rushed to paint them all as then the Knave of Hearts — before those tarts — escaped assault by toppling court and ended up instead cuffed to the queen as Alice screamed a larger dream and no one lost their head!

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