posted on December 13, 2016 at 9:39 pm
same old same old

same old same old

black cats in the night dont see me

this invisibility keeps me liquid

quaking emperor your scene is over

the warmest days of october

the thousands i saw in the mirror

i shalala down the street of streets on a festive night

the doors are flung open and interiors emit a greenish light

the songs are sung again and young again alright

the chains my brilliant brain stupidly forged from pain

the ropes were hopes billowed on bluest skies a reprisal

oh vibrating night quite inevitable really you should come around

the ground rush up to greet thee as you meet me with your sound

in earlier lives in outrageous close i had my little dance upon the toes

one lent morning i was bent bourn and horned upon yonder lawn

the swagger equivalent to the dagger i stagger to wield in the war fields

under the stern thrum of the drums we marched parched by a mirage

my companions and i plied with powder and keg we beg for more from the floor

embracing your 3 faces with a taste of some unguent gum some imposter bossed me around

i enliven my strings the very things upon which

i siren my shots and my slings abound

a tremulous caramel kiss is it

for me to visit an artificial bliss not much different from this

words rushing me crushing me crashing me into my own walls

it takes balls to admit the water in your throat

soon you will no doubt be floating on air

my desolate trespass upon magical realm at the helm of my disaster

faster and faster we spun the funny void of andromeda one

i’m down the back in the black inky seaside shack

by the glorious ocean where the merman bathe bravely on the reef

toothless fish in the lagoon soon a fine raining mist persisting and sprinkles

i am then among the winkles in the shrinking light

in the bright moon ray or hidden from sight

i bend to the pool whirling and churning and turning with life

i send out my thoughts the things our sweet victories have taught us

i caught us a beam whose silver will seem to solve everything

and dissolve you to white

 

 

 

 

16 Responses to “kilbeys night 1”

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    garrattjohn | 14 December 2016 at 1:19 am #

    From where does this come?

  2. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 15 December 2016 at 2:11 pm #

    Your expression in this picture reminds me of the end of the constant in opal video. “Always somethin there to remind me”. Much love to all including most brilliant poets surnamed Kilbey and everyone else in the world I bought my nephews Kirby’s Dreamland for Nintendo. If only it was Kilbeys Dreamland?! Hmm… Jeje

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    andy | 15 December 2016 at 5:59 pm #

    ‘a tremulous caramel kiss’
    you sure have recharged those batteries haven’t you!
    awesome….

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      ticktockclarice | 13 January 2017 at 11:44 am #

      That was THE phrase i took out of this post too….omg, his way with a word or phrase, delicious!!!….i play a game with my boys where we state what our ideal fantasy band name would be….so far the winners are The Moss Piglets, The Distorted Skittles and The Korma Is Caramelizing…..i think Tremulous Caramel Kiss might be a new winner!!

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        ticktockclarice | 17 January 2017 at 2:55 am #

        U haven’t moderated this comment yet…probably coz i was drunk and it’s beneath your contempt….but i just want to say that your way with words continually staggers me…what a gift!…THIS coming from a girl who is continually a “i carried a watermelon” girl…ie ALWAYS counted on to say the maximum awkward thing a la Dirty Dancing….

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    Therese | 21 December 2016 at 6:24 pm #

    Dear sk,

    Wishing u a very Merry Chrissie and the Happiest of New Years.
    May Santa bring u lots of goodies and spoil u.
    Hope u have a very happy, relaxing time with the family.
    Recharge your battery over the Festive Season and hope to see
    u at a gig in the new year.

    Peace & love
    Therese

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    Ingrid | 22 December 2016 at 3:17 pm #

    Gorgeous!!! Merry Christmas SK to you and the girls xxx

  6. avatar
    Lady Di | 23 December 2016 at 2:43 pm #

    Dear SK

    Wanted to wish you a merry magical Christmas and much joy and happiness
    in the coming year. Hope it’s one of your best.

    Love Di

  7. avatar
    r.richiec | 23 December 2016 at 9:51 pm #

    My bass sits lonely in the cupboard. Lost the muse. The bogan band i tried out with couldnt see the music for the trees. The concept of playing in time was an anathema. This town has a dead music heart. Must depart and better my art somewhere where people know how to keep time.
    Rich

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    Chris | 28 December 2016 at 9:55 am #

    Gerard Manley Kilbey….vibrant poesy

  9. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 1 January 2017 at 6:33 am #

    Happy New Year Steve, you have been too silent these days and you are missed. I hope 2017 has a lot of great things in store for you which will mean us as well with some new music coming. I know you have your solo album, a new KK and maybe a new GB3. I hope The Church do some more albums, looking forward to hearing from you in music and post.

    Take care,

    Jason

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    Cocoamo | 1 January 2017 at 1:18 pm #

    After a year of roller coaster ups and downs, may the new year be all ups for you! May you have good health, wealth, and happiness! Happy New Year.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  11. avatar
    Mark Ezra Merrill | 6 January 2017 at 3:58 am #

    …i see you’ve got
    a backlog is
    this the
    …third day? we’re
    not retrofitted
    for this shit…
    …in 2017
    the year of
    poetic justice
    …because i say
    so and this
    is FUCKN AMERIKKA

  12. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 12 January 2017 at 4:47 pm #

    America is the F word. It’s a big stupid place where oh the abortion clinic models sway so scantily and hey “we make money no matter what we throw at em” they say. Money yea big money. We gotta build the wall to keep “drugs” out yea and then we go and make more money with our insane weed factories uhh colorado and yea we big shot Americans got the guns and the big flat screen tubes to go with it. Yea man let’s have some beers tonight and we can watch the Oklahoma cowboys go against the buffalo wing bills in the bowl game. “Crowd cheers yea this is…. America! (the piece of dog shit). Yea and we’ll get those nachos with jalapeños and drive our tanks right on those other nations flags. How cool. Yea we’ll get lots of oil in our big big cars that have been designed by Pinocchio in his days when he was not real and couldn’t design things on a computer drafting program well. And hey man anything goes. I’m just proud to be American bc it means I’m a little asshole thinks he’s entitled to everything and has completely drained any ounce of creativity with beer and pornography and weed and thinking falsely that this is a great place. What a waste you know. Just a big stupid waste. Indoctrinate the children who have nothing in big stupid schools where teachers are they to earn their little coins. I could go on and on. Reason being… My life here so far has been an utter waste. Really has. Best advice from a ” real”American … “Get out. Get out while you still can my friend”.


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