posted on December 23, 2012 at 5:48 pm
         get thee behind me satin

get thee behind me satin

perhaps i really have run out of things to say

my green and fertile mind yields its last spluttering words

i dive into the ocean all day today

memories not mine come into my head all  the time

because  i am a thought-catcher

i arrive in any-town i am any-man

it is any-christmas

i arrive in cabs and trains

i arrive on buses tired

i arrive down at the wharf jumping off a ship

in a street in an australian town

a woman rushes out from her home to greet me

we stagger over her threshold with all the baggage

in her cool dark house it is always christmas eve

in her cool dark house with a budgie and white cat

in her cool dark house its always summer

i am always arriving

this is not my memory

i remember nothing of this

she leads me into her kitchen where we drink tea and eat sandwiches

oh i have been away  (why?) for so long….

away away away away the time drifted away for him

in her cool dark small house they drink a beer he smokes a cigarette

in australian summer in 1968

the fishtank and the gurgling filter

in her cool dark house i struggle to catch her faces

in her seaside suburb with its freshest salty air and rusty gates

with its seaside graveyard full of unfortunate death

in her seaside dark cool house with 2 fords parked outside

a ford cortina a ford capri

we sit there looking at each other

the woman and i

although i look i cannot see her

only an approximation of this place

only a guesswork version of some memory i catch

a thought i caught

i know the woman is talking to me now

though i cant catch the words

she is kissing me

though i cant taste her mouth

and we walk down her long dark hall to her bedroom

in the summer christmas heat a record blares next door

a swimming pool full of kids and laughing in the garage

a plane lands somewhere nearby always

a tv crackles into life in a blocker flats

cant see anything in this darkness

this summer heat i am nearly drunk on it all

birds still singing …oh maestro …..such pretty tunes….

something else i should be doing (thinking very hard!)

anxiety cannot intrude in my caught memory (though it does!)

we lie in her bed

the sheets are not that fresh or clean

the air smells of incense and christmas decorations from long ago

we lie in her bed in her coolest darkest room on the hottest brightest day

oh i love you oh i love you oh i love you

oh i love you too oh i love you too oh you know i do

woman moving on me in darkness

this way and that

around and about

summer christmas 1934 did you say?

kids in the street playing with the hose scream

its miles away just outside her window

where the garbage bin sits against a grey fence

i arrived in a taxi she ran out to meet me

darkness coolness otherness

some other life

some dark cool other life in her arms in 1956

a car pulls up

hang on she says

everything stopped

i hear voices arguing

in a dream i fall asleep in her bed

in a hot cool darkness in a sleepy dream

door opens man comes in

he hits me though i cant feel the punch

woman saying no no no no no no no

woman saying stop stop stop stop

i fighting back

i smashing something heavy on him

in the dark i cant see

i just lashing out

oh horrible sickening sound of it hitting his head

he slumps i jumps up and pulling on my suit

its new years eve 1970 look at me all dressed up

the cops have arrived

out the back i flee for my life now

bicycle through an alleyway down a long concrete corridor

pedalling panting my lungs are bursting although i feel fine

chased and hounded i escaped back on ship away forever

then i awake its a next day

in the cool dark house

summertime christmas

the kids next door have gone overboard with santa snow stencils

a dog barks occasionally in a deep tone like a french horn

we sit in her kitchen eating breakfast

and i can almost taste the toast







16 Responses to “plunger”

  1. avatar
    Cath | 23 December 2012 at 6:31 pm #

    that’s a good painting Steve, “The thought catcher.”…forget the thinker, thought catcher is much more surreal:)
    can see the mesmerising details…morphing about in space waiting for the brush to give them a home….then they change….. the dark clouds gather….and wash it all away….till the next trippy dream …

    such a shame someone burnt my Earthed book would love to read it again…sorry to give that news….but they torched Shakespeare and Crowley too!

    You’ll always provide green pastures with that their imagination:)

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    andy | 23 December 2012 at 7:27 pm #

    dislocation, bilocation, ilicit love…..
    it’s all going on in this one slim!

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    b. raine (brainyone) | 24 December 2012 at 1:28 am #

    this technology has my mind mezmerized. sometimes ina dream i am taken, between an arcade game and levels down, another realm, a war, cloaned me..beside me i control them all.two freinds have also played this arcade hame that once inside sucks u down.. ninevah its called( strange but a freind even remembers) its a battlefield, looking to rescue my freinds, no luck. go back no there in there as i walk past the game,..

    sometimes at night im taken.
    future thoughts ( logical) laser beam concentrated .. light mixed into thought, i see where i will be. if u think with me i see our future.. they talk to me so much.. many.. i feel their physical presence as possession. I see me, as me.. Ive even spoken to you, mr kilbey, You looked at my first painting. we spoke of God, of spirits and time travel.. think of a laser of a thought powerful enought to reach another time.. close your eyes .. thoughts become technology coming back frm the future.. i think calm and im calm. think well-beeing and i feel.. I feel who ive become light years in the future have conversatins with relatives spirits whve passed who find the portal or light beam attached to my head and can travel this way between wrlds between time…thought reading computer/ laser beam pointed at the sky…what d i all and annyone …
    positive side
    negative side: need a voice of opposistion.. ive been mind controlled way too long. MEM is my older brother, our relations are family stars involved..noone will listen..dark stigma on me.. thoughts of others altered to think of me untrusted..6 years too many..crazy shit.
    i wonder if ull take a look for me..if so
    ill tell you all ive learned..
    a logical way to evolve the human mind. to great feeling.. even to heighten the senses without a drug, only sound waves..
    weird alien shit.but a reality other than a mental illness
    do u know much of mind control in australia.
    pls help a fellow MIND..
    peace Mr Kilbey
    pss. thanx again for the poartrait.
    http://www.peacepink.ning.comTHANK YOU PROPHET MAN

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    Bernadette Keys | 24 December 2012 at 8:56 am #

    Love this one! Can see it all playing like a movie – would be an interesting xmas mini- series- so quintessentially Australian. Those tiny details so redolent.
    One of my best friends is called Plunger. He is a scientist with a PHD in drug metabolism (I kid you not!)
    Merry Xmas to all Killfairs xo

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    Kohl Ette | 24 December 2012 at 12:12 pm #

    Yes, ‘why?’ and no, no, no, no, no – I may have an answer to something else but I think you already know it. So, just officially saying ‘merry Christmas’ to you while I have the chance. he he, have been vaguely thinking in this sweltering heat, ‘plunger’ is the French verb to …? Good imagery there, mostly!

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 24 December 2012 at 2:03 pm #

    Brilliant shit as always sire,…. hav a cup of tea ??


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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 24 December 2012 at 5:39 pm #

    As many read this , it will officially b the brightest HollyDay…

    Grand wishes of extraordinary health and unbridled happiness !!!

    My 4yr old is wish wishing for a vanity with a cool chair with a lovely mirror…

    Will she than b considered …vain ???

    Much love with hugs to all, especially u Killer and ur lovely gals…

    Xmas in Chicago, no no white frostng ….just a dancey nip in the cool
    clean air……..I asked for nothing onto my list….for I hav all the riches…….

    Beautiful wife, beautiful children, n many beautiful friends …………


  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2012 at 11:19 pm #

    Plunge on, Killa!

  9. avatar
    Jesiah6 | 25 December 2012 at 12:48 am #

    Hope you have a Merry Humbug Christmas Steve! Looking forward to new music from you in 2013.

  10. avatar
    linjo | 25 December 2012 at 7:06 pm #

    Hope you have lots of real love today Steve. Lots of expectations today for many that fail. Wish we could all lose that. Linda xxx

  11. avatar
    linjo | 25 December 2012 at 7:07 pm #

    and to dear Andy, hope your world is happy and peaceful xxx Linda

  12. avatar
    Michel | 26 December 2012 at 7:49 am #

    Merry Christmas Mr Kilbey,
    Right time to give a little kick to the pledge campaign, isn’t it ?

  13. avatar
    davem | 26 December 2012 at 4:07 pm #

    Merry Chrimble Killer and all the fiends

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