posted on February 2, 2009 at 4:25 am

i arrive at an airport in the heat
i disembark and collect some luggage
i breeze thru the building
a car is waiting for me
i jump in and it zooms off silently
all around the humidity and the brilliant green trees
swampy gardens merge into spectacular red flowers
the air conditioning purrs
i sit back in the seat watching the sultry suburbs go past
temples and small jungles
walls grown over with ivy
streets leading who knows where
it begins to lightly rain
we drive through exclusive neighbourhoods
a confusion of architecture
steles and little towers
ponds bridges palms brooks
peacocks wander around
finally arrive in some driveway
a garage door slides open
and we go inside
i jump out of the car
i go through a door
through a passage
i enter a long cool corridor
dimly lit
strange paintings hang on the wall
the carpet is sumptuous
the heat is defeated herein
lovely music plays somewhere
i walk down the corridor
i look at the paintings closely
its so hard to focus
the still lives seem to move
the portraits bulge out
they sweat wink and smile
i walk on n on
through the gathering storm
yes
in the darkness of the long corridor
a storm has been assembled
and it blows towards me
the portraits all scream
something appears within the storm
a black lack
an emptiness
a void
i reach for my knife
but the emptiness swallows me whole
and i stumble in some nothingness and
i swoon to the soft floor
a light comes on
people emerge from the hive
the lions prowl at the edges of civilization
helicopters come down in boiling seas
the vines and lianas strangle the trees
the statues crumble under the rain
the traffic skids to a halt
the old way is closed

25 Responses to “lost day”

  1. avatar
    Celticat | 2 February 2009 at 6:09 am #

    Damn, the natives out your way sure are different!!

    Love
    Celticat

  2. avatar
    matt davison | 2 February 2009 at 6:48 am #

    sounds more like a panther then a lion…

  3. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 2 February 2009 at 7:14 am #

    Brisbane ?

  4. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 2 February 2009 at 7:20 am #

    Where am I?

    I n t h e V i l l a g e.

    What do you want?

    I n f o r m a t i o n

    You won’t get it!

    When will my comment arrive?

    W h e n I s a y s o

    Who are you? !

    I a m N u m b e r O n e

    πŸ™‚

  5. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 2 February 2009 at 7:44 am #

    Bowral. Duh.

  6. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 2 February 2009 at 7:52 am #

    You flew to Bowral? Don’t think so. I drove there last year from Sydney in a couple of hours. Fear of flying? etc? Hmmm. πŸ™‚

  7. avatar
    Richard | 2 February 2009 at 7:55 am #

    well, if the lamentable experience of the past few decades is anything to go by, it aint Darwin!

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    lily was here | 2 February 2009 at 8:21 am #

    “The old way is closed”

    That means a new path is being formed. We have no control, just go with the flow. Dont look down, dont look back, except with knowledge, and a nod and a grin. Just make sure you take me where you’re going and you’ll never be alone.

    xox

    ps Paul, you must always clearly label your comments. And then hope for the best. Flying timebeing elevators, always a surprise journey

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    fantasticandy | 2 February 2009 at 8:23 am #

    now that’s PROPER waggery paul!

  10. avatar
    Paul Lightfoot | 2 February 2009 at 9:06 am #

    Lily

    re: You should always label your comments first, then hope for the best,

    Pardon me for breathing :))

    Hey AndyL

  11. avatar
    princey | 2 February 2009 at 9:38 am #

    “Emptiness is my businessss”…..hope it goes the other way soon sk.
    luv amanda

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 February 2009 at 10:07 am #

    moye ‘ed ‘urts, ;/ :);D πŸ™‚ xoxoxo

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 February 2009 at 10:25 am #

    ‘…the lions prowl at the edges of civilisation’.
    Always.

  14. avatar
    ross b | 2 February 2009 at 11:05 am #

    I wish I saw lions prowl at the edges of civilisation every time i walked through doorways (i sometimes do)

  15. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 2 February 2009 at 11:05 am #

    reckon it’s a large town with stifling humidity and lots of fragrant flowers, frangipanis…cairns?
    kinda noir, steve….lovely…
    love always….

  16. avatar
    iseult | 2 February 2009 at 11:20 am #

    holy screaming portraits batman!

  17. avatar
    EDD | 2 February 2009 at 12:31 pm #

    Why am I so fucked up?

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 February 2009 at 12:52 pm #

    Fresh air – no Barry the anonymous wag & his fake posts from other people. Excellent. yep, the air's definitely cleaner around here now! A wise choice, sir.
    I'd still like you to beat his ass at the Icebergs though, Stevo.

  19. avatar
    Freddie | 2 February 2009 at 1:54 pm #

    Well, if that isn’t a fatalistic bit
    of well written poppy- cock!
    πŸ˜›
    xo

  20. avatar
    seoigh | 2 February 2009 at 2:55 pm #

    Excellent. You’re getting there. Keep on. Think of the petty distractions as the crack of the kyosaku.

  21. avatar
    CSTCoach | 2 February 2009 at 4:53 pm #

    reading your words each morning has provided the start to my day since the start of this blogge. just a short line to say how much i appreciate that.

    heard a recording of your fucking amazing triffids performance. wow. i don’t know what to say. need a few more listens to get beyond the sheer power and emotion of the surface layer. must have been absolutely transcendent in person.

    being from north am, i never had a clue who the triffids were until you brought them to this blogge. now born sandy devotional is on my frequent playlist, and always on my travel ipod. thanks for opening new doors. πŸ™‚

  22. avatar
    davem | 2 February 2009 at 5:28 pm #

    Fuck it…we’ve got snow here!!!
    Gonna build an SK snowman.
    x

  23. avatar
    catchow | 2 February 2009 at 5:44 pm #

    a strange journey (or a strange dream?)in a luxuriant environement,coming to a dead end…
    I wish i could see that long corridor…full of portraits…
    i wonder : what kind of portraits?
    and i imagine:”the statues crumble under the rain”, so quaint and sad,
    full of imagery…

  24. avatar
    davem | 2 February 2009 at 7:25 pm #

    Those calves are causing a problem. Not shortage of paisley shirts though.

  25. avatar
    lily was here | 2 February 2009 at 8:16 pm #

    Ah Paul, it was meant to be a joke. Comment=lost luggage. Oh, nevermind. I got it :))

    Love to you today SK. I hear Marty’s on his way xxx


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