posted on January 4, 2006 at 11:14 pm

the sea, metal grey
sea gulls
sand blowing aimlessly
yesterdays wrappers
waltz in the wind
horizon indistinct
water uninviting
tepid, saline
full of hungry things
time blur
i walked down the boardwalk
with some absent friends
sandwiches and warm drinks
white capped pacific
dark pavillion corners
door marked private
darkened theatre
dressing rooms with flowers
old voices whisper
champagne nights
abandon and glamour
look they say
we walk out on the stage
i pick up my instrument
the conductor taps
the violins tune
the drummer rattles
the dancers shuffle
the lights come up
we play our songs
the audience cheer
everyone eventually leaves
i realise i am alone
here in the past
the bottles and cards
the kisses and the vases
2 great wars come
theatre closes down
manager imprisoned
players become soldiers
time passes
in fits and starts
mornings like this
lonesome seaside evenings
shells, trinkets, caravans
parades, avenues, streets
shops, cafes, hotels
teenagers appear
pinball machines
playing pool
juke boxes
heavy metal
glam rock
post modern
space music
cosmic symphony
sounds at the outer reaches
of your skull
forward momentum
here i am now
the result of all this and that
the long past which led to now
all gone
thats it then
carry on
the unknown will be known
the impossible will be done
we will find something
to write about
to live for
to pray to at night
someone will invent something
someone will come along
and save our skins again
sk, why do you carry on?
because i cant stop
why cant you stop?
cos i need to carry on

20 Responses to “on soft grey mornings widows weep…”

  1. avatar
    Handyman | 5 January 2006 at 12:52 am #

    This is the beauty, insight, and imagery that is Steve Kilbey. This is why WE ARE HERE, at this place. Thank you. Absorb all that breaths what you breath and loves to see HOW you see. Amazing…

    Where do we go from here?



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    youamwho | 5 January 2006 at 12:57 am #

    And might Marky be so bold as to bellow a bellowcious HUZZAH koncerning the koncept of karry on!

    …carry on.

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    Anonymous | 5 January 2006 at 12:58 am #

    Nicely constructed poem Mr Sk!
    Please send me $ 1500.00 & you could be in with a chance to showcase your undeniable talent at our International Idol in Bagg Dadd
    in March

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 January 2006 at 1:10 am #

    i love you

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    esskayer | 5 January 2006 at 1:49 am #

    “Un Commento Descuidado”: Steve, somehow you’ve got to channel that poetic skill into a for-profit enterprise (besides the rawk n’role). How does advertising sound? I can see it now: “S.K. Bohemian Enterprises, Inc.”, a firm “dedicated to ridding the world of stupid corporate slogans and ad campaigns.” Your first challenge would be to come up with a new vegan/vegetarian-friendly slogan for the evil corporate cow-slaughtering giant McDonald’s, in an effort to increase their profit margins worldwide. Your first idea might be: “ONE BILLION (SALADS) SOULED.” Think about it SK. If the guy who thought up “Avoid the Noid” for Domino’s Pizza can do it (and he probably never had to work again), you DEFINITELY can! Anyways, lovely blog today. If beautiful words were worth a million, you’d be a zillionaire. Think you could even get a couple of great songs out of that one. Keep up ye goode work!

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    Anonymous | 5 January 2006 at 2:47 am #


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    eek | 5 January 2006 at 3:01 am #

    That is beautiful.

    Thank you.

  8. avatar
    grasschopper | 5 January 2006 at 3:30 am #

    Oo oo. (much waving of one hand in air)
    but but Sage marsstarr Kilbey, dat’ss arr sirkoolar argoomint.

  9. avatar
    esskayer | 5 January 2006 at 4:16 am #

    Alternate title for this blog entry: “Bohemian-Rap-City for SK Supportahs.” I’m addicted to this blog. Cannot stop checking in every hour, I’m breaking the web counter with over 15 hits per day. Cmon Steve I need more than just one a day. You can’t just eat one crisp out of a big bag now, can you? Help!! Need..more….KILBAGE.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 January 2006 at 5:07 am #

    You articulate what I dream
    I’m loving your bloggy
    sort of like the affair you have
    when you’re not having an affair

  11. avatar
    grasschopper | 5 January 2006 at 6:20 am #

    zee answarr to zee queshion is in zee queshion
    can ardictive pershonality be ardicted to ardictive pershonality?

  12. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 5 January 2006 at 6:33 am #

    In many ways, your best blog yet. I felt the timeless, the everchanging sameness, the despair and destiny. Lovely, man.

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    crack in a smile | 5 January 2006 at 11:40 am #

    “we will find something

    to pray to at night,
    someone will invent something.”

    Right on!
    This is gold, SK, gold.

  14. avatar
    chukleslovakia | 5 January 2006 at 1:42 pm #

    Mister S.K.
    Can’t say enough thanks or send enough faint praise to sum it up. how to say it without sucking yer ass in public, i haven’t figured. I am a simple laborer and my tyrant of a boss man returns from new york today. i will try to visit as often as i can. (for some reason i think this matters to You.) i have always thought of The Church as a reciprocal relationship. this is an experience i’ll never forget, probably. love, hope and desire to you.

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    Joe Burns | 5 January 2006 at 2:56 pm #

    It was somewhere around the fourth or fifth line when I felt it… something like that satisfying click of a key in a lock, needle finging a groove, or vein… somehow you just KNOW when sk has ‘tapped in’… You can already taste the sk…

    steve – there’s no words for what you do with your words. thank you

  16. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 5 January 2006 at 6:51 pm #

    Tienes la palabra facil pero el labio complicado.

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    captainmission | 5 January 2006 at 11:50 pm #

    i was reading this entry over and over and at the same time the music to ‘Authority’ (one of ma faves) was playing in my head and for some reason they seem connected in an energy type way, maybe me ear infection has upset my brain or sumfink, but it was a joy to read anyway.

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 January 2006 at 2:33 am #

    how ya doing man
    hanging for your fix
    sk seems to be running a little late today
    and I feel ya pain, I really do.


  19. avatar
    buzby | 6 January 2006 at 4:24 am #

    enough of the ass kissing.. yes.. it’s a very good entry. good work steve. oops. 😉

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 January 2006 at 4:29 am #

    Such a beautifully woven tapestry of words that very much reflects the true sentiment of why I moved to Seattle and why your art means so much to me. Thank you for letting us have peek inside your head.


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