posted on January 10, 2010 at 10:17 am

it becomes very hot
i heat up like a red devil
i am heat
i give off heat
though ironically
ive got cold feet
red heat
cold feet
more probs with t-bore mk 11
more alien feelings in my head
more delusions of grandeur
feelings of percy-cution
i empty my pockets
tiny gold coins roll out as if startled
bunches of keys
small bits of paper
bits of string
the ace of spades
small jars of unguent
a shopping list in pig latin
dental flozz
mental notes
sequences in code
the people downstairs are having a dinner party
i enjoy hearing the laughter and drunken shouts and squeals
it reminds me this is summer
it reminds me i am still alive and living in bondi
all around parties, tvs, and music compete on the v. warm air
to you in winter how can you understand
i sit here shirtless
slightly hot n bothered
my eyes bulge as they watch my fingers type type type
the heat has sent me madder lake
i am cold stoned sober
i swim in warm limpid waters swirling green with foam n dolphins
i drive through a tangle of streets becoming lost in the radio
the cafes overflow like the styx river in full flood
malchicks in silly hats puh-lease
girls walloping along in their scanty panties
and maternity gown-like thingies
the regular crazies now almost organized like a union
those south american n israeli handsome macho brutes
the merchants flogging their swag
people hanging off the rafters
dance music bang bang bang
womens voices call out in the dark night
dorks howl in the kennels of Suburb
goblins grin in sin city
more sweet bubble tea
more sugar n syrup and sugary syrups
adolescent lolly fix
my poor rotten teeth
soon must be fixed
will keep you “posted” ha ha
(a post is necessary in a crown)
and this king rude daddy needs more than one crown
long may he rain over ya
as the night goes on the celebrations soften all around
i sit in my womb of impenetrability
i am a rock i am an island
i paint i sing i turn inside out
yoga in the garden
vishnu reaches through the dappled sunlight
slanting onto me
he says oh why dont you go to india
its waiting there for all of you
i hear the beach boys
i see ploogy again as he was
as i was
at it all really was
on those hot night that were virtually an eternity ago
we had a fucking laugh at everyones expense and mostly our own
eventually our own
now i am the cliched man remembering his youth and distant times
we played in a million clubs n bars n all the way
from cairns to melbourne
we hit london n madrid and new york on real hot nights
we hit new orleans on really hot nights
we signed bad deals
we dealt bad signs
we fathered children to come after us
i continue emptying out my pockets
ooh bitter tears
ooh spleen n bile
ooh gossip n slander, salamander
ooh random tips on how to write a hit
random hits on how to trip at the tip
you get the picture
being old isnt all bad
some people in my head sneer n guffaw
some angrily applaud
well at least i know which side my beer is battered

14 Responses to “more of the usual fare”

  1. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 10 January 2010 at 11:31 am #

    the line about the gold coins? just beautiful……i love it……

    love always…..

  2. avatar
    princey | 10 January 2010 at 11:47 am #

    Hi sk, been away for a while and now MUST catch up with the one and only killa-bee:))))
    love Amanda

  3. avatar
    matthew | 10 January 2010 at 2:02 pm #

    NEVER "the cliched man" Steve. Never. Believe me.

  4. avatar
    LF | 10 January 2010 at 2:23 pm #


    If you need a crown (on yer tooth, that is), go for gold instead of porcelin. I just got a gold cap on a tooth I busted. Love it. Makes me feel like a pirate.


  5. avatar
    gavgams | 10 January 2010 at 2:38 pm #

    My dad, being anglo-irish, still refers to the yobs yelling in the night as "bog-cries".
    I'm sure even Bondi has it's bog-cries.

  6. avatar
    andychrist | 10 January 2010 at 2:57 pm #

    "Stone cold sober"
    has hardly hindered your thoughts
    Fumbling through your pockets
    sending your mind off like a browser
    from the boiling hot present day
    to a past when you were never afraid.
    Ah yes,a past which has created it's share of gold + glitter
    has hopefully not made you "old" nor bitter…only better Mr K.

  7. avatar
    cazziem | 10 January 2010 at 3:50 pm #

    Really enjoyed the way you put these words together today SK. For some reason thought I have the impulse to tell you to go slay a few dragons?? Not very sure where it came from, or even why, but maybe it’s the first bit about you emptying your pockets and the contents firstly put me in mind of a young lad who’d stuffed everything in his pocket; but I think it was the ‘bits of string
    paperweights’ that made me think of the little boy in Puff the magic dragon? I don’t know, it’s Sunday, day of rest (apparently) so my brain is switched off! Haha!

    we had a fucking laugh at everyones expense and mostly our own
    eventually our own

    That’s usually the way it ends up, but at the time you’re looking at it from a different angle. Brings to mind one of my favourite Buddha quotes, which says:
    Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing in at someone else — You are the one who gets burned.

  8. avatar
    Freddie | 10 January 2010 at 7:42 pm #

    Wow…you sure had a lot in yer pockets!
    Small bottles of urgency…is that some kinda perfume?
    It may be hot there, but here it’s unusually cold.
    Enjoyed your blog 🙂

  9. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 10 January 2010 at 8:17 pm #

    If you're old you were fine wine in your last life. Same with MACCA, J. Beck, T. Scholz, Annie Haslam, S. Howe, Ralf Hutter and Chrissie.

  10. avatar
    davem | 10 January 2010 at 8:38 pm #

    It's efing freezing here.
    You often mention Mr Ploog you know.

  11. avatar
    linjo | 10 January 2010 at 8:52 pm #

    "the womb of impenetrability" love that. My dad calls me a fringe dweller. I need people but only in small doses then back into my cave by myself. Wonderful feeling in today's writings thank you Steve.xx
    (sugar fixing????its a sign)

  12. avatar
    Deep Forbidden Lake | 11 January 2010 at 2:01 am #

    It wouldn't be great rock without bad teeth! Don't change a thing!

  13. avatar
    Ady | 11 January 2010 at 3:16 am #

    Something about hot summer nights makes me nostalgic too…..
    I left Sydney 15 years ago, now I live in the rainforest. Your musings transport me back to Bondi, & I miss the ocean, the silvery-salmon dusk light, the babble of humanity,the cafes…..

    By the way, you really do embody the amazing transformative powers of Yoga. I am inspired by you to rediscover my practice. I haven't really kept it up for 10 years! (which is amazing considering I was about to undergo my teacher training, but had a baby instead!)

    Love Unt.#23 , simply beautiful. I am also immersing myself in P=A. Keep visualising a short, eerie film of the Dissillusionist (in vein of 'Let the right One In', a great Swedish vampire film, have you seen it?)

    LOL Ady

  14. avatar
    vortex | 11 January 2010 at 6:50 am #

    there's really nothing more to say
    in the afternoon of life, our moments slip away
    bested by dragons tooth and fire and of brimstone
    it's a long fall from the tower but a short swim through the moat
    hark i hear the herald cry
    come one come all to the kilbey show
    it's just getting started on the roundabout you boast
    so i'll sit back and listen to you preach like a pulpit show

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