posted on July 22, 2011 at 8:23 pm

the sentimental bloke

i never learn

muse : he never learns

my trusty cupboard is all empty

my ashtray gone astray

thats australia for you

thats the world with its molten interior

thats how birds fly i guess….all them feathers…..

dont want to be rich but i wouldnt mind the money

i’d buy some decent friends with integrity

i cannot imagine  death for the life of me

the fire engines rush about in the rain

the rain not playing by northern hemisphere

it enters from left and right and straight on not just above

who then is this?

the archetype of the clown who cries in the rain so his tears unseen

i let sydney drown in its storm

i could could help it no longer

it slipped from my grasp

i only held onto it by an inch

all those skyscraping mirrored towers that stick thru the grey

come crashing around

a million naked strangers flung from their uprooted hotels

the fish and the frogs were a’falling thru that air

my hook into the mainframe

my lance unto these conundrums and foibles

my hammer upon the swiftest bolt

my steed ridden sandalwood my steed ridden snow

in a haphazard way  in crookedness follow

well i incubate anger in every thought

and every deed like this storm

the monstrous waves are mine

i hurl them towards the great gates at the palace

i sent those tentacles groping out of the surf

your mother earth

your father time

your sister a moon who fell out of a sea

branches crash down in the park

bark and splinter and crack

i’m not rushing into delay

urgent hesitation

the palms amuse me lashed by the storm as they are

they seem to dance egyptian in the deluge

waving their bloody great fronds about

i let sydney drown to save myself

i warm myself on the flames of a civilisation gone up

i run away down the teaming parades

where the white lady waited for me

presiding over winters in july that went on

like an evangelist inside his head

and more true than not

these then are the days which have escaped




23 Responses to “rose ate a stone”

  1. avatar
    Narelle | 22 July 2011 at 9:56 pm #

    would love to be rich…buy the lifestyle…and give the rest away
    friends…full of surprises

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    Anonymous | 23 July 2011 at 12:49 am #

    sentiment sitting at the foot of the ladder

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 23 July 2011 at 1:36 am #

    ‘winters in july’ …all I can comment is that many of us here in the broiling states would easily switch places with you. We are on a record pace for dangerous heat and humidity and its covering most of the states. In Chicago, we are dreading each day, which is worse than the last. We have heat indexes in the 100’s. It is literally a boiling pot. And we lost power in my area yesterday for a spell.

    So please- everyone be careful and check in on your loved ones, neighbors, and the elderly. This is very dangerous and we just cannot have the death toll we had in years ago when the heat wasn’t even as bad as it is right now. Please, everyone, be careful. And there is no immediate end in site.

    Darrin K.

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      Cocoamo | 25 July 2011 at 12:28 am #

      When temps get this high, there are always reports of people dying – people who do not have AC, etc. I heard once that if the body temperature gets dangerously high, a person can find relief by filling up their bathtub with cold water and lying in that for a while. If you know anyone at risk, or you lose power, something to keep in the back of your mind.

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 25 July 2011 at 2:21 pm #

        Thanks Coco –
        My entire neighborhood and the block I live on has many elderly people. My so and I over the years have done their yardwork and cleaned up after many snow storms. Now its kinda in my sons hands because of my back and spine disabilities and he does a great job. Thanked is sad is that many of these folks do have relatives, and for what reason I do not know,just have left them tobtheir own accord. Its just plain sad, but we do what we can

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          BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 25 July 2011 at 2:26 pm #

          Sorry if my typing seems weird, my cell phone is acting crazy and types all types of crazy shit. Technology gone wild…
          Darrin K.

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    scott | 23 July 2011 at 2:57 am #

    i’ve been in the hospital some thirty odd days with who knows how many more to go. i’m just playin the hand i was dealt. but as the nurse empties her syringe full of iv dilaudid straight into my mainline….and bam….your voice comes thru the escape pod simultaneously sending me off on some golden narcotic cloud. i just wanted to thank you for making the time slip by that much easier. thanks sk.


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      thetimebeing | 24 July 2011 at 12:08 pm #

      god….. scott ….
      if i am assisting in any way
      if i can send you deeper or higher…
      then let the music draw you there
      with a million blessings
      and hope you are out of it all soon

    • avatar
      Steven Krut | 25 July 2011 at 1:08 pm #

      Scott, I hope you make a full recovery from what’s ailing you! Stay strong!

  5. avatar
    Cocoamo | 23 July 2011 at 3:02 am #

    Such powerful poetry. Every line a feast.

    And yesterday’s. Never thought of now as a chasm between the future and past, but indeed it is–the infintesimally fine line upon which we teter.

    Trying to imagine death…such a futile pursuit; but every now and then we go there, as if by grasping some vestige of it we would somehow gain control.

    What a mind you have.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania (albeit with insufficient integrity)

  6. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 23 July 2011 at 12:06 pm #

    condolences go out to my friends in Norway, my norwegian wood…

  7. avatar
    Donna | 23 July 2011 at 2:05 pm #

    I never learn either!!

    I’ve been enjoying your writings… you cheer me up! God bless…Donna

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    teeny bopper | 23 July 2011 at 3:12 pm #

    SK, you’re such a star child. Magnifico!

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    hellbound heart | 23 July 2011 at 4:34 pm #

    sounds like Armageddon……the end of the world or the end of one’s life… starting a project about Buddhism with my daughter….what a wise and gentle religion, sand mandalas, offerings of flowers that eventually die…..nothing lasts forever, am i right?
    love always…..

  10. avatar
    Boriah | 24 July 2011 at 12:07 am #

    “well i incubate anger in every thought”. Wise words, you´ve never a pacisfist (passive), you´ve always been a fighter (active). Let the anger make you stronger. Keep on rocking.

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    surreal eskimo boy | 24 July 2011 at 12:17 pm #

    Australian winters don’t sound so bad.

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    scorpion king | 24 July 2011 at 6:16 pm #

    …and it was not darkness that had come towards her.. it was the night, announcing itself, whilst proclaiming a message, and sending a shiver through the cool air many many moons ago…..

  13. avatar
    sushi brave | 24 July 2011 at 6:18 pm #

    i quite like lollipops, i do, i do

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    lil bo peep | 24 July 2011 at 6:21 pm #

    but daddy, i thought you were my father? okay, okay, whatever you say

    “dreams do come true”

    “top cop, he says i’m gonna win big” by Eric

    and maybe fred too.


  15. avatar
    chinablue | 24 July 2011 at 6:33 pm #

    alpha males… heh

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    Steven Krut | 25 July 2011 at 1:05 pm #

    “my ashtray gone astray” Liked that one. Ha-ha! I call these word plays that you specialize in “kiblets.” As in – “Ooo, that was a really great kiblet!” 🙂 I’m really enjoying your posts these days.

  17. avatar
    david | 25 July 2011 at 5:06 pm #

    its getting so heavy everyone ……im baffled by it all …

  18. avatar
    DavidP | 26 July 2011 at 11:13 pm #

    there you go reconciling opposites again
    some good ones there 🙂
    I find a lot of anger has its roots in pride
    what then does pride have its roots in?
    whats the root cause of all these foibles…
    something to reflect on

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