posted on January 20, 2012 at 10:35 pm

i enter the great caravan park in disguise

i lay before you ladies and gentlemen

iridescent summer in iridescent pastel

the tents of yesteryears crammed full of memory

my australian idyllic place where i hide

there is no such place

it was once before me

it is now clearly behind me

the sea meets the carnival nights

all those kids coming out with their mums and dads

i saw a kid called vickers in a red shirt and long white pants

i was shocked at how grown up he looked

the carousel throbbing in my head

i kissed a girl from a catholic school

i swam in the sea pool alone in the night under a lonely light

this was my summer to claim or to blame

i owned that summer in the city by the sea smile

it was my summer everyone could have probably seen that

i was speeding in my fathers white cars

speeding through the naked streets behind the towns

speeding in the long lanes of shadow thrown by the sea towers

i was crashing in darkness in cinemas on stuffy airless nights

we fidgeted through god save the queen

but i digress it was a long time ago

now that i wander in summer my self

my new self my good self somewhat improved

the smell of that old suntan lotion in the distance i grant you

the sky is brighter though and more overbearing

its blueness threatens to burst in the sky

then afternoons move into fog and latitudes of softest warmest rain

as sweet as scarlets murmured kisses she says daddy i love you

or maybe it was the windows catching in the wind

but there is no wind

the summer night is still

pregnant perhaps with tomorrow

a summer day complete with the losers n champs

the beer will flow the children will wait

the mowing of a lawn

the hammer far away

theres a pool in that backyard darling

just on your tiptoes there can you see it

yes i see it oh its beautiful

summer is my thing look i can sell it back to you

my summer is in word and paint and song

my summer last all year long

my summer of  strange colour

my summer of sand in the bed

my summer of drama my summer of pine trees

my forest of summer at the back of the yard

the mosquito bites are starting to itch

my freckly skin gone a bit pink in the sun

this rockpool  has a clue for me

its indecipherable but still its a clue

in the backstreets of another bondi arm in arm

the summer people evaporate at my whim

i cast a storm upon the busy streets

but still the rain is soft

softer than anything else in this world

summer isnt fun when everyone you knew is gone

hang around in the market

i buy a shirt i never wear

the guy seemed so nice and i couldnt say no

he told me so much about the shirt

it would have been churlish not to buy it

it hangs in the wardrobe accusingly i sometimes think

i wonder if i should wear it

i try it on and it looks stupid

but in my summer of summers where all the boardshorts fit perfectly

the lights have changed and the baby rain has slowed to a mild fuzz

i’m having a milkshake in a cafe somewhere there

chatting up a couple of girls staying just over the bridge

and one of ems nice and one of ems not

the nice one says something nice

the not nice one saying something not nice

in bewilderment i turn on her quickly and rude

i say something quite nasty and stupid

and both of you stand of up and get ready to leave

you really are as bad as my friend makes you out

i sit in my summer alone but its nice

i mean my heart is wounded so it listens to songs on the jukebox

songs about guys with broken hearts just like mine

and i find a sense of sweetness and purpose

and a sense of necessity in all of those songs

those songs that some guy wrote for some woman

and she goes and leaves him or dies from OD

those songs about the loneliness of empty rooms

an empty old bed as the summer sun waves goodnight

in my summer of love love is elusive

in my summer of youth i imagined them up

summer of mercy

summer of mornings

summer of evenings ripped from a film

summer of heat summer of pain

summer of upheaval summer of null

crystallised summer in packets of lollies

i bid you all now sweet summer dreams

my head is so heavy

the night is forgiving

let it go on forever

forever and ever





21 Responses to “iridescent summer”

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 20 January 2012 at 11:07 pm #

    Absolutely Beautiful !!!
    There is nothing more precious in this world than when one of your angels whispers their love in to your ear for only you to hear, for you to feel more special than any living breathing creature in the entire universe…and with a soft gentle kiss, they reinforce their unconditional love upon you.

    My sweet Kristina melts my heart when she does the same exact thing.

    Have a great weekend Steve, everyone…

    Darrin JK

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 20 January 2012 at 11:08 pm #

      Love the painting, has this just recently been completed ???

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    . | 20 January 2012 at 11:15 pm #

    a lovely creation…
    i wait at the station
    honeysuckle and fresh daisies
    who’s leaving, who’s staying?
    fresh bread from the bakery
    my soul is exclaiming
    the Light is communicating
    the brightness is saturating
    renewal is captivating
    we’re celebrating
    right now and for the time being

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    david | 20 January 2012 at 11:30 pm #


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    Freddie | 21 January 2012 at 12:13 am #

    While you slept, I enjoyed wandering about in your summer. I was careful and most mindful not to disturb anything; it was already so well dreamed.

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    salemjones | 21 January 2012 at 4:55 am #

    Turn your head to the summer sun and the shadows will fall behind you…

    All the best


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    eekie | 21 January 2012 at 6:37 am #

    I love this reminiscence/dream.
    Beautiful, warm, comforting, and kind of bittersweet all at once. Very well done.
    I love the painting, too.
    It conveys that warm and soft feeling of summer.
    The hint of haziness really works with that.
    Interesting how the iridescence here helps bring out the feeling of warmth, but (in other works) can also bring out an icy cold. Excellent!

    (ps — make sure to sign and date it. 😉 )

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    Ellen | 21 January 2012 at 7:48 am #

    Simply beautiful.

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    evilren | 21 January 2012 at 8:20 am #

    In the thick of winter here where I live and reading this is a warm spot in my day. Thanks.

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    hippy | 21 January 2012 at 9:13 am #

    Excellent. Damn, beyond excellent. A fellow Church fan once told me you have a way with words. So true. A flood of my own memories of summers gone by, most melancholy and bittersweet, rushing in. Beautiful blog. You should enter it in a contest. I’m sure it would win hands down.

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    Once | 21 January 2012 at 11:43 am #

    The painting is incredible. I want it. You captured your own soul, you devil. Perhaps it shall do a doory in grey.

    It’s almost always summer here, but it isn’t the same as the summers in Boston with my parents and grandparents, swimming ecstatically all day, then listening to the Red Sox game on the radio in the carport when the afternoon rain came (soft…very soft). Mum made the salad and Dad grilled the steaks…and then jigsaw puzzles on the back porch and Neil Diamond on the old console stereo and lots of sweet iced tea.

    Ah. I’d love to go back for just one day. Then again, it’s part of me, so I guess I am there already.


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    Anonymous | 21 January 2012 at 2:56 pm #

    Good heavens, there was almost a collision. I was thinking ‘sherbert summer’ and reading ‘summer… summmer…summer’ and then I read something about crystals in a lolly packet… a bit like me meeting a nice and not nice guy, perfect match for nice and not nice girl. 🙂

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    colette | 21 January 2012 at 2:59 pm #

    There was nearly a collision – I was thinking sherbert summer before I read something about crystals in a lolly bag… a bit like how I met a nice and not nice guy… nicely balanced.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 21 January 2012 at 3:52 pm #

    And so it continues…
    Abstract Illusion 12012

    Sitting at the window staring down
    Listening to the people shuffling around
    I smile for the children who are laughing
    The morning breeze sunlight just warms my skin
    The brisk frozen air quickly touchs my lungs
    A nearby bird sings it’s final song.

    A room without a view
    They are looking at me they are looking through you
    The boundries for wisdom
    Lye unlocked in the solitude of
    a nowhere kingdom.

    Darrin JK

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    Anonymous | 21 January 2012 at 4:01 pm #

    I’m certain every reader regardless of age/gender or growing up in the southern or northern hemispheres can relate in some way to this melancholic and joyful meandering account of what we all have shared, ‘ A Summer’ and ‘Youth’. Thank you for sharing those memories.
    As you know; that window was never catching. You didn’t believe that for one second. Hold that vision forever. It has now become a part of you.
    To be quick only one short quote:
    Each day provides its own gifts.
    Marcus Aurelius.
    Take care Mr K and Family

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    ASSMIDGET | 21 January 2012 at 5:49 pm #

    around here we don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents (O;

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    andy | 21 January 2012 at 7:08 pm #

    the stuff you draw from your imagination is awsome enough.
    but this………….
    your summer is THE summer.
    liking the new stylee of the pic too.
    you’re really spoiling us with this work….thank-you.

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    Ryan | 21 January 2012 at 7:33 pm #

    Beautiful writing killa. The details and imagery are perfectly captured. Stuff like this is so dead on: “sand in the bed”,”the smell of that old suntan lotion in the distance” etc. Love this line, i can totally relate to that feeling: “it hangs in the wardrobe accusingly i sometimes think”

    Oh, and the pastel is really really nice. you’re getting good at this stuff. it’s got just the right light and softness and colours.

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    Michel | 21 January 2012 at 7:41 pm #

    Leaves me pastelized, iridescentized, scarletized and deep blue-ized…
    To sum up it leaves me summerized.

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    Kraig | 21 January 2012 at 9:21 pm #

    Summuh(Summer)…mmmm mmmm mmmmmhhh!

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    hellbound heart | 25 January 2012 at 8:38 pm #

    summers that you have as a kid are (unfortunately) nothing like the summers of maturity….

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