posted on October 21, 2012 at 12:08 pm

uncondition apply

on the day school ended mesmer was in his room

with his skeleton voices and his spirit key

with his muslin control dart with his familiar charge

with his blast of iodine wine see weed full of soul

mesmer mesmer mesmer…!

call the mes-mermaids

in his room in the hotel by the sea

where palm trees crackle neon armour garden

drinks smokes girls coloured lights

warm stormy weather make mesmer wander

i say  :

mesmer leave your room with its gadgets and mini bar

so mesmer wanders through the tree lined aves

so mesmer approaches the sea in his white linnet suit

in his statement of intents he pulls on a clause

he dressed in flowery words from another old time

he dons musk limit oil saturated thread bear strong

in whirlpool of white star in vortex of matter

mesmer in his costume oh such a sight to see

all the lovely ladies ….

LOOK AT ME……!

mesmer by the rockpools with his crab and mussel

mesmer with the tourist inside of hustle bristle

now he jumps into the greenish waves

that roll out to the shore like little moving aqualine hills

like opaline dream all green and hush….the screen…..

we see mesmer appear down here where the shadows sound sincere

little bleaters lotus eaters from st peters own town st paul

i cracked every nut i peeled back the shell and there was nothing there

on the shore of my nescience i’m shorted out in my under-whirled where

mesmer is such a fine sight to see

in his lobster house hymn dimly aware of the stars

he conks out on his plonk when he awake the ache break out

mesmer wake with stranger on his sea

she drowning under surfers turbulent murmurs

in fact she prefer this

on new years eve steve and mesmer hit tequila round the dealers

the esplanade is gone somehow now

and all those girls we kissed up and down loves lane

they have faded into an old pain

 

 

 

 

15 Responses to “mesmer inbound”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 21 October 2012 at 12:47 pm #

    mesmer or mesm’or? Gold 🙂

  2. avatar
    Tombo | 21 October 2012 at 6:18 pm #

    Verlaine remains
    To replay Selina’s
    The last couplets
    Gone between us

  3. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 21 October 2012 at 11:02 pm #

    Very Very Nice !!!

    Do you believe mesmer will be inclined to actually pay for
    the overpriced items from the mini-bar ??? Or where all the
    incidentals covered in the rider ???

    Have a Grand Day Killer’n’Company !!!

    Daz

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 October 2012 at 11:42 pm #

    and when the sun had come and gone into a midnight’s silver hum became the one [listen now:] up to the stars mesmer began another ride through sparkling rows of smoke filled tides and crimson satin above it all rolling by in aqua sheens past wild winds of an ocean wide inside this scheme; that is when a mirrored squall shot back a voice to sound the call “cool drinks for those where mesmer dreams” (was heard) and as they swallowed sip by sip hours passed into eclipse of time set slow, but set, it did and in motion not before witnessed the waves rolled up to meet another morning’s shore of crystal sands under the sun so bright… as mesmer woke (he, laughing) with delight in promise of another night.

    (I just love it when your characters go all nautical!)

  5. avatar
    M E M | 22 October 2012 at 12:31 am #

    Thus spoke Christ, according to Thomas, “when you bring forth what is within you, what is within you will save you.
    If you do not bring forth what is within you, what is within you will destroy you.”

  6. avatar
    Once | 22 October 2012 at 3:01 am #

    “that roll out to the shore like little moving aqualine hills
    like opaline dream all green and hush….the screen…..

    OMG, that is so pretty! I love the word “opaline”. I love opals. I love all stones, actually.

    I love anything that sparkles, as long as it is inanimate, and non-threatenting. I think it’s the ability to peacefully reflect that turns me on.

    Nice one, SK. Thanks.

    D.

  7. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 22 October 2012 at 6:50 am #

    I lap it up like the last droplet
    perhaps it lapses as the last relapse

  8. avatar
    hellbound heart | 22 October 2012 at 7:58 pm #

    Oh Steve I haven’t been able to spend much time on the ‘net at all in recent times, but what a journey you’ve taken me on now that I’ve read your posts……my god, I’m going to get some tissues and wipe my eyes…..the heights of your imagination and lows of trying to eke out a living…….
    I haven’t read the zillion comments that you and others have left after your posts….you fair dinkum about leaving the Church? Please say no!!!!! 🙁
    🙁
    🙁

  9. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 23 October 2012 at 8:12 pm #

    If you don’t mind me writing again, I wanted to publicly say the portrait arrived today and thank you for your work on that! I’m very pleased, was surprised at first (had no idea what to expect!) a bit overcome at the visual psychological insight you possess and an ability to render something very aesthetic without it being overly idealised. Something very real and true, I think. I was wondering before you finished it if I could sell it for you but I want to be selfish and keep it, not so much for it being a portrait of me as a personal painting by you. Particularly love the background for its simplicity and lushness as well as scrumptious colour!

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 24 October 2012 at 10:13 am #

      if youre happy …i’m happy! please post a pic when its framed!

      • avatar
        Kohl Ette | 24 October 2012 at 10:32 am #

        Two o ‘yours’ to frame now… gotta keep making money… uhuh! Well, how else do I want to invest what I can that really gives some pleasure apart from a bit of crowdfunding? Ok things to do… thanks!

  10. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 24 October 2012 at 11:18 am #

    To Kohl-Ette,

    The ship you’ve graciously boarded
    …was never doomed to go under
    vanish- into the ever breathing sea…

    Lifes paintings…

    But you still have time to treasure each
    …passing whisper unfolding plainly
    for all those framed to see…

    You still have time to lean upon a edge
    no longer puzzled by a sound adversely
    though a new beginning , a door slightly ajar…

    …is in glow with blue flames which float
    from each dimension designed for you by Steve.

    WHAT A TREASURE !!! ENJOY UR PAINTING !!!
    I cannot wait to see !!!

    Daz

  11. avatar
    InCorRecT PolitIcaLly ¦>\ | 24 October 2012 at 11:37 am #

    From where-

    From where-
    From here to where the louder passions dwell
    Greenest the leaves onto a hilly seperate stroll
    Trade winds swift the far clover breezes swell
    No terrible Towns to claim thee trembling soul
    That craftless for all to buy, hoard or loan.
    From here-
    From where to here your deadly complexes stole
    To company with arms wide open as if to grow
    Exquisite as honey summer, unjealously told
    That is written, spoken and eventually known
    To all who one traveled
    painfully once alone.

    IP :’/

  12. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 24 October 2012 at 9:42 pm #

    Thanks, BT&H… will be worth the wait 😉

  13. avatar
    Rob Laurie | 15 November 2012 at 11:29 am #

    Um. Mr Mesmer is also a recurring sonic ‘character’ appearing on several digital collections by A Slow RIP, not least the actual factual double CD “For the Time Being’ on Shane Fahey’s Endgame Records. I kid you not. Dig it all.


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