posted on October 27, 2013 at 8:35 am
cathedral by the sea

cathedral by the sea

the wild october saturday night is black in the sea

the deep echo of other times

the memory of people long gone away

the rolling waves still cast the spell

the salty air is full of dreams

full of unrequited love

the tongues of evening all talked out

the fork in the road where every one parts

in interim lives

interweaving all stories

improbability builds up

coincidences are stunning

the night is a mill throwing everything out

the night is a robber cloaked in its own darkness

the night is a surgeon opening your chest

the night is an actor pretending to die  on a stage

the night is a fool and it urges you on

the night comes over and has a beer with you

the night you remember the night you forgot

its saturday night and everything is quiet again

the sea hitting the shore the wind in the trees

somewhere this and that are happening

overdosed youth and quarrelling mob

somewhere the traffic screams to a halt

idiots sloshing down booze and dropping E

strangers fuck in a hotel or in a bedroom at a party

hoarse shouts of boys and screams of girls

i am immune

the sea rolls in again

a christmas beetle buzzes round and round

the screen glows

ears ring

eyes ache

my work here is nearly done




11 Responses to “mechanicals”

  1. avatar
    Darren B | 27 October 2013 at 9:10 am #

    Great poem and photo Steve.
    I just watched an ABC ‘Compass’ TV show where Hanabeth Luke was asked about her beliefs on life,and she said she doesn’t follow any one religion,but feels we are all connected and the ocean is her cathedral.
    You can watch the show for free at this link if you didn’t catch the show when it aired –

    It really brings more meaning when I read your poem and hear those words spoken by Hanabeth,especially since the bombing took place in the month of October.
    But maybe these events inspired you to write the poem,too ?
    Or as you write in the poem “coincidences are stunning” ?

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    Anonymous | 27 October 2013 at 10:36 am #

    bless your words steve may they never stop rolling! the green light is on to stop that buzz you know *energy shall remain focused on those ears* we make it so xx

  3. avatar
    Chris | 27 October 2013 at 10:43 am #

    ”My work here is nearly done”….God forbid

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      Anonymous | 28 October 2013 at 12:14 am #

      How sweet the sound. Does tbat mean mine too.

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    Kohl Ette | 27 October 2013 at 2:05 pm #

    Meditation on a wicker window:
    So clear the glass is invisible
    framing a frame
    with its implications of
    good and evil
    the wicker bends
    and lends my mind to
    a ruined abbey
    in the north
    or is it bamboo
    of exotic orient?
    so compliant yet strong
    yielding and not?
    and as the roads converge
    they diverge too
    and the framed map
    may dwarf you
    but I will see you
    in the pinnacle.

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    kell | 27 October 2013 at 10:54 pm #

    “Work here nearly done”…..well, I hope u move to Norway & live in eternal peace & bliss, & have many more sweet years on this planet xxx

  6. avatar
    kell | 27 October 2013 at 10:55 pm #

    In joy & bliss ~ you deserve it!

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    Anonymous | 28 October 2013 at 4:41 am #

    Like a true nature’s child…. We (really) were born to be wild… So you pray it catches on…. Taking life in a loving way. No fear then comes.

  8. avatar
    andy | 28 October 2013 at 6:43 am #

    eerie, reading this right after hearing of mr. reed’s demise…….
    another rock ‘n roll poet gone.

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      Anonymous | 28 October 2013 at 9:11 am #

      So really sad… Take care dear Mr. Reed… One of my daydreams was always to have dinner with him… Just talking… My deepest sympathies to the love of his life… Laurie… I’m so sorry.

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    cheryl | 28 October 2013 at 8:00 am #

    love that line about rolling waves casting a spell!

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