posted on May 8, 2013 at 8:49 pm
polaroid ramp

polaroid ramp

the moon caramel trimming of star

the slumbering southern wind outside

little shallow shadow in your bottle of wine

the infuriated traffic at a standstill

the remorse half prayer half joke

civilisation purrs beyond here

its streets come alive with cafe and waiter

we meet others in the the limelight

eating the same dinner over and over

the water the gulls the fountains the silverware

the smoke drifts in cold coils illuminated within

emergent favour and some expediency

black syrup in a white cup

honey comb dew on butterscotch iced

we pay the bill with our kindness card

in an apartment off deluxe crescent

where the furniture strains towards you

where the chairs bear their burden with a sigh

where the bed head bells out towards light

the doors are closing

the fight for meaning has been lost

if you can get through the night

into rooms full of fragile technique

the mechanised nature of the watering systems

the oak implied by the seed is rushing to the sun

the fire may be lit but the flames produce no heat

the open and closed sky  crouching above

when the rain come and hit the rose

crystal stab of crimson flower

when the deluge begins presently

i will hide in your arms in the darkness herein

in the prevalent nearness our bodies will take

in the closeness of storm in the comfort of bed

in the seventeen mornings that come when they may

the mystical numbers that turn up on the wheel

the gears compelling us up hills of illusional life

stand at the brink of the other worlds

where the brave go one way

the wicked go the other

 

 

 

 

12 Responses to “juddering evening”

  1. avatar
    Chris | 8 May 2013 at 9:21 pm #

    lovely!

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    Kohl Ette | 8 May 2013 at 9:45 pm #

    seventeen nee steven perfectly seventine 🙂

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    Anonymous | 9 May 2013 at 8:25 am #

    and those in between? never done bad things, never done good things, never done anything at all… which way do they go? those, are complicated – you feel sad for them but at same time aren’t they the most dangerous of all as it is the crowd that moves into convenience without reason.

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      Anonymous 2 | 9 May 2013 at 10:51 am #

      “never done bad things, never done good things, never done anything at all…”

      Where’s that from?

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        thetimebeing | 9 May 2013 at 12:53 pm #

        ashes to ashes by bowie

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          bingo | 9 May 2013 at 2:11 pm #

          it is ashes to ashes.

          i met your wolf – a thousand lives… this one, his last life being a human bringing a thousand tiny angels – all animals from before – is his journey – he is the wolf (he’s never mentioned knowing who you are; I’ve said nothing and from other conversations I am certain he has never heard of the church or you). he is sweet and with extreme intelligence… though I notice most people seem taken back by him – don’t know why; I think it makes him cautious… he’s told me how they throw explosives into wolf dens to kill the pups. his eyes when he told of this and tells me of other autrocities throughout the ages he has witnessed… breaks my heart. i know he is telling the truth. he has two dogs: colleen – she is a grand older beauty with copper soft hair and is wise and gentle; when I was first introduced to her, she dog kissed me for a long time. I just let her – now whenever she sees me, I get a quick kiss (and am not covered in dog slobber as much) and then there is Aleutian – she is young, of a rare nordic breed (he explained only 400 left) – she is beautiful; and she is teaching my puppy, Lucian (Lou), to be brave – I haven’t yet figured out what happened to Lou before I found him but he’s recovering. He loves to play with her. Lou has other friends now too – but Aleutian is his sparkle and I see it in her too, when she sees Lou – they play differently than the others. Lou will be regal and without fear soon. I had to tell Lou the other day that he can’t be boss yet – he wants to be, but he’s not ready -though the way he’s progressing… another year, I think he will be and he will stay gentle and strong. At eight months old the dog can keep up with deer (I fall behind after the first 100 yards or so – and there are still many of those little sticker balls that fall from trees through the autumn on the ground… being in flip flops if I don’t balance perfect or if the sandals get wet from morning’s dew on the grass or a rain the night before I slip out of them slightly, and it hurts if my bare foot lands on the sticker balls!!! so after wearing nasty shoes all winter I need to practice back to prior to the cold of winter); Lou can climb trees, he can pull me through down and around obstacles we are just discovering – like a dancer guiding a partner …as if the obstacles aren’t even there – people stop to wow how beautiful it looks from a distance to watch. Reiterate, reiterate, reiterate: Careful kid – it’s been a long winter; I’ve just taken off my shoes and need a few weeks to situate again… but he’s learning… it’s like running after a shadow through the light. fun.

          Sorry – off track – listening to Painkiller more often right now – the cd got stuck in my bedroom’s cd/record player/won’t come out; have another cd player in sunroom to play other stuff throughout day … but when in back of flat, well, at least if I can’t get a cd out it is the loveliest to be stuck in there… anyway, now with enough conversations btwn this young man and me, your lyrics to Wolf are him verbatim. you wrote his essence. One day, not yet, I will play that song for him; probably copy the cd/give to him. – so beautiful as his lives are being revealed in various context as he talks, I stay quiet and listen/watch.

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            thetimebeing | 9 May 2013 at 2:41 pm #

            ok ……!

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            bingo | 9 May 2013 at 3:33 pm #

            cracked me up too as I wrote it. there’s a reason though. have a lovel week.

  4. avatar
    Cath | 9 May 2013 at 9:47 am #

    Awesome sensory evocations and synaesthetic neural crossfires! I tasted this one as well as saw it, and maybe just heard it too 🙂

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    Anonymous | 9 May 2013 at 12:04 pm #

    You break something into me. You make me laugh in the dark and breathe through the day’s turmoil. An avalanche of colossal responsibilities and hard work. Still you remain hanging as a star and as lowboy as only you can be. I spend my days amongst intellectuals and artists and critics and journalists (as I am one) and people from showbiz, actors and curators and writers (as I am one) and even poets (as I am one) but nobody says what you say and like you say. It takes such strength to be you. How many can realize that, my king of cups? You’re impatiently patient. It takes a lot of effort to carve a place in this terrible tasteless world. It’s such a lonely place to be true to yourself and not anyone else. Put your head into my hands, don’t let your spirit break. You show me where I have to go still I struggle to put everything in order. As if there was an order. I watch the fireworks growing closer and sense bursts into life although life doesn’t make sense. The moment of being eternal doesn’t last but feeling this moment is eternal. Your light takes me to where my body levitates in the weightlessness of love. Nobody else is around, you’re an empty room where I lay waiting for you to come. Doors and windows open wide to the suspicious merchants. The subtle roaring of sand in the desert. The lunatic flight of fireflies. The scent of a juddering evening and it all collides in this merciful and obedient night when you hold me in the dark.

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 9 May 2013 at 12:49 pm #

      beauty indeed

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      isolde | 18 May 2013 at 4:17 pm #

      Yet even in these days so far retir’d
      From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,
      Fluttering among the faint Olympians
      I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspir’d


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