youre with me most every night
the gorgeous swan white on black lake
the grey and rumbling heavens hove sombre above
warm warm rain interpolates the very air dividing the moments
you said
follow me we will gatecrash the jungle and take the vines by surprise..!
i find myself drifting under canopy
no no wake up..!
says a voice in another room
liana snakelike on green velvet moss
startled silence of the forest mind
the matriarch of all the trees detects our presence here
tendrils trailing in limpid air taking in tiny atoms of liquid
the sudden cool in the heart of the arbour
an old statue of a beautiful goddess smiling in her ruin
crumbling temples groan in the thunder
here here here…
they whisper somewhere
in the swampy darkness of abandoned pavilion
my pineal gland once struck by light
lit up then only in the glow of my mind
safely out of the deluge and indulgence in it
the phantasmic fever fucked with my gringo head
sometimes i was on my own in a beautiful wooden apartment
i wandered through its rooms exuberantly lost and looking for you
i picked up on cities long disappeared with the arrogance of a beginner
these lovely books of this house this suite of moving rooms
the wildflowers tamed and wilting in a vase
the footsteps at night that rush across the floor
the garden overgrown a luxuriant sloth a hum of distant bees
oh the pretty little stars are all shining for you in zephyr debris
i expect the sound of a voice in a song that rings on all along
creatures all around enter the evening but none will leave it unscathed
all crave nights scintillating blisses followed by the graves warmest darkest slumber
the empath will recoil to touch this night of all nights
its ambition has blotted out the horizons and all is still
on a balcony i’m kinda waving myself goodbye
i see this from a porthole and smile as i fly
the wind has dropped
and the view over chimneys and billboards is shocking
railyards festering in rusted light dim clang of all aboard!
hawkers and peddler bellowing in frozen time
i wish i could have stayed to see your face when you got home from wherever you are
never mind
the smoke is my rainbow
and the crowd cries my tear
its ok here
“the gorgeous swan white on black lake
the grey and rumbling heavens hove sombre above
warm warm rain interpolates the very air dividing the moments”
That is a splendifourous beginning and I am lost in the dark water floating on the abyss. All the best for Religious leanings and New Years leanings.
thank you matt
Kerouac meets Coleridge – epic psychedelic
thanks chris
Overwhelmingly impressive.
My mind is blown…thank you Steve.
thank you
BEAUTIFUL…..
LEFT ME ..SPEECHLESS….
IMAGES….ALL OVER….
THANKS….
RIMBOUD, KEROUAC, THE BEATS….
PATTI SMITH….
BEST WISHES ON A GREAT NEW YEAR…
thank you love
Exquisite and chimerical verse Steve. Pleasure to read xx
ooh nice adjectives simone thank you
“on a balcony i’m kinda waving myself goodbye”
love this Steve. Thanks.
-tom
I’m lost in like an old old rain forest. And that gringo line was my favourite. Haha. I can’t explain it. Well I wouldn’t want to. But that gringo in that line is me. Lol! I just enjoy being in areas where it gets colder for instance. Well some people say the church is dead no one believes anymore not me. Presbyterian. Catholic. Baptist. Rock. Pop jangle pop. it don’t matter.
That empath Star Trek episode is awesome too. In my top 3 for sure.