posted on October 21, 2008 at 8:27 pm

a smoke
music plays low n cool
smooth operator smooth op-a-ra-ta
some cat was laying down a lotta soul he said
the mirror lies about your age
its raining outside
but outside doesnt exist
oh youre a lucky man
light some incense …..musk and sandalwood
baby gets out the shower half drunk already
her eyes roll a round in her head
she moves thru the dark in a slight stumble
half dressed in her costume
oh yes you look lovely my little creature
you look so…….extraordinary
you spent so long getting ready
now all sweet and dishevelled
docile and intoxicated : loves swift darts
and if you asked what year this is
why she wouldnt know
the screen flickers silently…someones mouth open
the cushions are plumped and waiting
the night tap tap tap at the little window
the clock racing
i dont want time to pass… the creature whispers rather naively
or i wish it would go on n on non….just like this she adds
what language is she talking in someone wonders i guess
the author in my head is grasping for words
the words gasp for life
the mirror reflects her in pink n white n blonde n black
she is like a foggy moon with her own reflected glow
her brown eyes are quite vacant now
she looks but doesnt seem to see
i think about how lord krishna slowed down a night
for thousands of years
and he multiplied himself into thousands
and he danced with the thousands of women
and he loved them all
and each thought she had that sly blue god to herself
and krishna whirled about himself in the rasa lila
and the other gods dropped beautiful flowers on them from the sky
and time, so in love with the lord, was induced to indeed stop
and each kiss and caress of the lord was perfect
and the young women would swoon under his divine hand
and the warm indian night
and the tigers watch on in awe
and the snakes unblinking eye mesmerized
and the white swan glides
and the pink lotus blooms
and pleasure
no not knowledge
or triumph
or power
but pleasure
this warm night traded for the cold aching morrow
this moving room for the rat race
this comely wench for old skullfaced death
this white powder for ash
this wine for christs blood
this holy smoke for the pyre
my little coquette what you tryin’ to forget
our selves
this night
this rain
the throbbing black vegetation
the mescaline filled cactii screaming to be eaten
the thunder of distant doors slamming
baby puts iggy n the stooges on
im so messed up i need ya here sings iggy
now i wanna be your dog
now i wanna be your dog
well come on !
the guitar incandesces in a white fizz in my frozen mind
anxiety and lust in equal partnership
i want more
i want more too she says
more n more n more
and time to stop forever
little doll i cant forget sings iggy thru the rain n the years
across the room and through other worlds
marilyn monroe naked in the pool like a killer whale
mae west manhandles the equipment
is that all you? she jokes
as you tinkle on her piano in the wee small hours
in her apartment above miracle street
brings happiness n everything sings iggy
yeah and then
i think about keith
i need a love to make me happy
i need a love to make me happy
baby make me happy
baby keep me happy
the rain keeps falling out there somewhere
i’m starting to feel happier
much much happier

22 Responses to “for late tricks”

  1. avatar
    restaurant mark | 21 October 2008 at 9:34 pm #

    very nice as usual…love the mood, the imagery
    tell me more…

    take care

  2. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 21 October 2008 at 9:48 pm #

    noir and sensual and dreamy…hmmmm
    love always…

  3. avatar
    princey | 21 October 2008 at 10:29 pm #

    Sighhhh, I can just imagine……
    How could you NOT be a happy man?
    Thanks for the sweet dream sk.
    love Amanda
    P.S.I have to say, the thought of “I wanna be your dog” blaring thru the speakers spoiled the mood a bit, but hey, whatever rocks yer boat:)!!!!!)

  4. avatar
    pennybridge | 21 October 2008 at 10:45 pm #

    totally agree, just lovely …

    Haven´t bought Painkiller yet, but I can offer this little lyckopiller, for free:D
    Robert Gustavsson at the Royal Albert Hall. And the audience – herreguud!


  5. avatar
    Cita | 21 October 2008 at 11:06 pm #

    I liked…”she is like a foggy moon with her own reflected glow”… mmm nice.

  6. avatar
    MEM | 21 October 2008 at 11:23 pm #


    1) now paying job 5th-8th grade teaching art
    2) money turns on heat, hot H20 in cold october
    3) re-normalization expected in eight/twelve weeks
    4) non-smoking 4th week
    5) daily internet connect soon
    6) needs haircut
    7) high on-life, etc.


  7. avatar
    persephone2u | 22 October 2008 at 12:26 am #

    Beautiful, beautiful as always. I’m feeling much happier too, but going to the beach every day just does that to a person! There’s nothing more beautiful than swimming in the ocean I tells ya…but you already know that, ha!

  8. avatar
    kat | 22 October 2008 at 4:16 am #

    amanda, you’re hilarious.
    sk, whoah. you’re all up into miracle street.


  9. avatar
    athanasiuspernath | 22 October 2008 at 6:14 am #

    wow – a study in love and erotic. difficult to master. eezy to be cheezy. here – sinister perfection, impressionist glitter with dark flashlights. i loved the bit when iggy came in.
    {{[((“all” *the* best))]}}

  10. avatar
    princey | 22 October 2008 at 8:27 am #

    Oh hi again sk, just wnated to tell u I got the Painkiller cd today (yay!!!thnxjlk) I’m so excited,it’s fantastic, thanx for music sk, you make me so happy!!
    love Amanda

  11. avatar
    ross b | 22 October 2008 at 11:19 am #

    ain't nothing better than groovin' to classic 70s vinyl on a wet weekday morning!

    Sangria & sandalwood, always good! 😉

  12. avatar
    lily was here | 22 October 2008 at 11:22 am #

    Hot stuff candy baby.

    A perfect Iggy setting this rain
    the throbbing black vegetation
    the mescaline filled cactii screaming to be eaten

    Mae would’ve had fun manhandling Iggy. Im a little partial to Dog Food played full blast (hilarious shakespearean lyrics LOL)


    ps amanda u are a gem

  13. avatar
    Richard | 22 October 2008 at 11:28 am #

    just saw RK’s sbs documentary

    great stuff

    my son has a similar condition, although comparatively very mild

    he struggles from time to time with his slightly different way of being in the world

    but, like Mark, the world he is able to see is remarkable

  14. avatar
    verdelay | 22 October 2008 at 2:56 pm #

    I have this hypothesis, a working hypothesis (it ain’t lazy), that everything you write about…

    = various instances of creation
    = various annihilations (recall the metal wasps?)
    = a multitude of rainy afternoons and sepulchral dawns

    …that each of these moments occur simultaneously, the same seven minutes or so of time. And they just loop around, over and over and over, leeching and leaking into each other. What changes isn’t time, or even space, but mind…

    It’s just a hypothesis, mind; a pleasure that it could even be contemplated.

  15. avatar
    sergezéni | 22 October 2008 at 3:09 pm #

    Yeah, great blog!

    Iggy… I should take a whole day and listen to all those “Fun House” outtakes collecting dust in the other room.

    Have a good day, everyone.

  16. avatar
    davem | 22 October 2008 at 6:13 pm #

    You could have left it at the first four lines and I’d have been more than happy!!
    It’s midweek, I’m a tad mellow and it’s going to be early evening Painkiller followed by Mimesis. Yum.
    I think they’re threatening colder weather here in the next few days. Romantic, but my effing old banger won’t start in the morning.
    Any chance of a push Fipster/Andy?
    Love to ALL.

  17. avatar
    davem | 22 October 2008 at 6:21 pm #

    Are we anon free again?
    That’s a shame cos B.bon, Jaime, pat etc etc comment as anons. I miss them when they’re not around. I’d rather ignore the shite and give access to great friends, but I accept it’s your blog SK.

  18. avatar
    steve kilbey | 22 October 2008 at 8:02 pm #

    its tricky davem
    but i hear ya
    anons back then

  19. avatar
    athanasiuspernath | 22 October 2008 at 8:09 pm #

    some smart aleckity in german:

    “Der Geifer der Kröte kann das Antlitz des Menschen nicht treffen.”

    (the toad’s slobber doesn’t touch the man’s face)

    …and latin:

    “vasa vacua sunt bene sonantia”
    (empty barrels make most sound)


  20. avatar
    iseult | 22 October 2008 at 9:06 pm #

    I tend to think that annoyanons could be people with syndromes or personality disorders or anything we just don’t know do we? lets think its that rather than malevolence
    It’s part of any job to ignore about 75 percent of what goes down in the personality dept, very hard sometimes though
    The difference here is they impersonate and mock others and that affects whoever is being impersonated in a very bad way, so perhaps it’s better not to allow anons
    It’s not so hard to sign on

  21. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 22 October 2008 at 9:11 pm #

    ..watched russell’s doco last night…. brilliant….have had a bit to do with asperger’s kids in my line of work and i could identify with the show very strongly…
    have a great day all…
    love always….

  22. avatar
    Alana | 21 August 2009 at 2:30 am #

    I recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I dont know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.


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