posted on December 12, 2006 at 5:00 am

lovely cold summer day
forlorn n empty sea beats uselessly
against the shore
elli n minna arrive
we see eve n aurora
performing
in song n dance number
at the pavillion
scarlet starts crying
the seagulls crying outside
the wind comes down from the south
ice cold
in a cafe
sipping warm drinks
the baby gabbles n gobbles a bickie
elli shows johnny her scar
minnas hair has been cut
the falcon purrs along to airport
the rain spits on the windscreen
the coast is wreathed in cloud
riders on the storm
dark wet night coming down
my wife waits up to soothe me
energy has engulfed me
the stars shine on opaquely
as the afternoon just vanishes
like a candle in a library
or a meaning in the hidden
the weary ones come home now
their day has come n vanished
along the coastal margins
the squeezing of big city
apparently im drifting
nothing left to hold me
approaching zero speed now
can you feel the rhythm
tell me what suggests it
tell me who you love me
walking in a circle
around the total centre
circling the salons
and vexing in the contrast
musical vespucci
parallel uni-cycle
oh thats good i grant you
singing all your old songs

25 Responses to “mirage of convenience”

  1. avatar
    craig1.618 | 12 December 2006 at 5:09 am #

    the serendepitous grace of it all

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 12 December 2006 at 5:45 am #

    Lord I’m tired……

    …I’m just so tired.

    This time last year I was lining up the tickets to see Grant and Robert in ‘Danger in the Past – The History of the Go-Betweens’ at the Sydney Festival. I bought a stack of them and gave them as christmas presents. It made me very, very happy.

    sad anniversaries.

    B.Bon

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 12 December 2006 at 6:38 am #

    I like the odd grey day…..

    You take care old mukka…..

    Pierre

  4. avatar
    verdelay | 12 December 2006 at 7:15 am #

    The interest always lies at the edge of things.
    Sometimes when you’re there
    You take a step back
    And watch yourself in wonder;
    Other times
    You take a step forward
    And forget the whole thing.

    Write this down
    It might be important.

  5. avatar
    fantasticandy | 12 December 2006 at 7:48 am #

    feelin’wistful? me too.

  6. avatar
    flowerpower | 12 December 2006 at 8:15 am #

    Cool misty hyperdermic TV tower needle on the mountain black….the trees quietly screaming for any scerrick of water to fall from the grey..

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    Dance of the hanged men baybee, One more time... | 12 December 2006 at 9:43 am #

    Laughter,
    and then like a mountebank into is chorus]

    oh baby, baby
    oh saws on his the

    clenches his knuckles on his thighbone baby
    how was I supposed to know
    oh pretty friend,
    the paladins are dancing, time

    oh baby, baby
    the reason I breathe vertebrae:
    hey the departed, this one-armed booth,
    skips back into the dance to the shouldn’t have let you go
    I must lean the rope tight again round his neck, black fiddles!

    oh the hard heels, armours. grin of saladins. got

    [repeat skeletons of confess, that my loneliness
    is killing me pulls by the scruff
    his little black puppets arms:
    their breasts pierced with light, like now
    don’t you know I still believe
    that still believe
    when I’m not with you I lose baby, baby
    oh baby, baby oh baby, all in do
    that’s not the way I planned it
    show you will be here
    and give me a sign
    hit me dancing
    the lean, the devil’s paladins
    the baby, baby
    ah, yeah, yeah
    oh baby, me at the sky,
    and with a backhander baby
    I fighting or dancing!
    – beelzebub, maddened, baby
    how was I supposed to know
    that howl organ-pipes
    which once gentle ladies you hat:

    the crow acts as a plume for his you
    boy you got me blinded
    oh baby, must mad,
    carried away by his own moans now
    don’t you know I still believe
    that no snow places

    hurray! the gay dancers, mind
    give me a sign
    hit me baby one more impetus, like a rearing horse:
    and, feeling those funereal without shame.
    on each skull is no monastery here!

    oh! but see how were stiff knights clashing pasteboard back from the violet forests:
    and on white dance, to an old carol-tune!

    and the have baby
    there’s nothing that I wouldn’t who chin:
    you would say, to there, shake up these cracked brains,
    a scrap of flesh now taken of their shirts of skin;
    the skeletons braggarts,
    craftily telling with their great here
    and give me a sign
    hit me skeleton, dancing
    the lean, the devil’s paladins
    the loneliness is killing me
    I must confess, I baby one more time

    [repeat chorus]

    I to be
    tell me baby
    ’cause I need to know horizon the sky is hell-red…

    ho skeletons’ grand ball!
    the black gallows fingers
    the beads of their loves on music of with a crack
    uttering cries like mocking out together from the middle of this dance of a puppets, shaken about, entwine their thin protractedly in hideous love-making. baby
    ’cause I need to know now what we’ve a long stage!
    hop! never mind whether it’s friend,
    the paladins are dancing, the confess that my loneliness
    is killing what we’ve got

    [chorus:]
    my rest is not shouldn’t have let you go
    and now you’re something wasn’t right here

    namemypoet(s)ha!?

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 12 December 2006 at 10:18 am #

    its ‘cos of these things

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 12 December 2006 at 10:32 am #

    ..

    ‘you’re so cute when your sedated’

    .

  10. avatar
    ben | 12 December 2006 at 10:56 am #

    appears simple yet the complexity is within and yet permeates outwardly. songs on my lips, nothing new on this paralell loner. like the mood of this one

  11. avatar
    Daberhasher | 12 December 2006 at 12:12 pm #

    it’s coming on again…

    love,
    ee

  12. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 12 December 2006 at 1:21 pm #

    peace man
    enjoy your time with your family
    love
    tp

  13. avatar
    Andromeda7 | 12 December 2006 at 1:31 pm #

    a thunder egg of a mood, skating round the edges of pre-christmas sullen shark-bearing waves and the marks of close encounters with mortality, with the vulnerability of love, with the apparitions of our imperfections, with faeries and ghosts made flesh, with the fruit of unlikely flight, with thunder in the air, pregnant, with hopes and fears of all the years…with nougat and marzipan girls whose eyes are violet blue, whose shadows are indelible, whose wisdom is centuries older than ours, whose impatience is made of crushed violets, and the blood of violets, whose eyes live with sphinxes, and are like berries, whose words fly like sparrows into clouds teetering, whose anger is magnificent, whose hearts are vases requiring the layering of fresh orchids, and are tender, and hungry, whose wonder is of the dead sea and the red sea, and the sea of octopi and the sea of tranquility and the sea of spells, and the sea of sea horses, who are beloved beyond continents, and beyond containment

    love goes with you

  14. avatar
    restaurant mark | 12 December 2006 at 1:53 pm #

    glad your daughters made it safely to ya.
    and you’ve confused me today…the line lovely cold summer day/don’t get it??? i’m in georgia, you know…can’t even say cold and summer together, much less picture it or feel it. a cold december day…well, we’re having one of those!
    take care man.

  15. avatar
    r | 12 December 2006 at 2:07 pm #

    Yeah…twins are just great
    when they belong to other people
    but I can say that now
    cos i’ve been through it, too

    Take a glance at my thoughts, paintings, pics…

    http://onesound.blogspot.com/

    Some simple and strange
    as dali did too
    from me to you

    Love yours,
    r

  16. avatar
    John Garratt | 12 December 2006 at 2:30 pm #

    Yep. Abandoning the afternoon as it sinks into the night.

    John

  17. avatar
    Trickster | 12 December 2006 at 2:30 pm #

    killer on the road….

  18. avatar
    biggle boggle | 12 December 2006 at 2:51 pm #

    I just got Egyptian Register in the post yesterday…it’s pretty darn good.

  19. avatar
    matthew | 12 December 2006 at 3:14 pm #

    SK – I hope you have an awesome visit with the Twillies.

  20. avatar
    Chela | 12 December 2006 at 5:05 pm #

    Lazarus is still walking…

  21. avatar
    ambnt1 | 12 December 2006 at 7:16 pm #

    Steven,

    Have a happy family soiree.

    –Chris

    n.p. Pete Namlook, “Air 5” (indian-y n’ambient n’ lots of French people talking)

  22. avatar
    John Garratt | 12 December 2006 at 7:30 pm #

    Mr. Time Being,

    I cited a few lines from a past blog for my own purposes today. Hope you don’t mind.

    John

  23. avatar
    davem | 12 December 2006 at 7:34 pm #

    Sometimes it’s good to slowwwwww dowwwwnnn.
    ‘night SK,

    xx

  24. avatar
    veleska1970 | 12 December 2006 at 9:37 pm #

    a family reunion~!! enjoy your time with your girls.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 12 December 2006 at 11:10 pm #

    That was beautiful. I am so tired and can relate… worn out but happy to have all your babes together. Such a surreal yet familiar atmosphere, the haze of not being able to keep your eyes open any more, the comfort of being home at last, especially with your love waiting up for you…Kate


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