posted on February 12, 2010 at 9:16 pm

after a wild and tumultuous night
after the last lightning has bolted across the purple sky
and the thunder claps and exits quietly
and the men n women cease their ministrations
when the kissing ends and the dreaming begins
hands still touching
going where the other can never follow
we sleep together but alone we dream
the neon and the empathy still judder thru my system
in my dreams i soldier on through my mind
but whatever i do i never remember
when i wake up
its saturday morning very quiet
gently oh so gently drizzling
the odd car zings thru the wet streets
a cool rain has come
the city crouches beneath the clouds
docile and tamed
its hour gone at last
the clubs close up
the spades are spent
the hearts are all broken
and the diamonds are paste
the cold light of the warmish day
the clocks all ticking in the silence
the hum of the fridge
the rustling of blinds n curtains
this is my territory
as much as the nights confusions
the grim grey light
pale mirror
the creeping cumuli
i listen to my ears ringing on
trying to tune into a station they can never get
those yesterdays when i wasnt me
who were you then?
no i dont know
someone else somewhere else
luck ran out
as it does
life as they told you is brief
what stands on either side but rest
and the cold morning drizzle
the small stones and pieces of brick
holes in the mortar where lizards live
the tiny bits of glass and drifts of sand
and weeds scraggly raggedy ugly skinny things
strangling the daylight for their fix
emitting dull buds that flower dimly
things become unbearably still
i’m left here with my past n my future
on either side the deep gulf of unconsciousness
lit up by short dreams
in a series of lives

12 Responses to “saturday morning rain”

  1. avatar
    John Garratt | 12 February 2010 at 10:08 pm #

    Weeds: ugly.

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    Jasperina | 12 February 2010 at 10:12 pm #

    Such poetry…sigh… after all that stormy tumult it all seems strangely sedate this morning. Sweet sleep and wondrous dreams. Even with the pale grey sky the day world is stark and unforgiving.

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    M E M | 13 February 2010 at 1:24 am #

    early version of tarot mem

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    veleska1970 | 13 February 2010 at 4:23 am #

    wow~~a lot to get caught up on. my computer crashed and i was out of the TTB loop for a few days.

    this was beautiful, steve. thank you so much for this!!

    lotza love…..

  5. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 13 February 2010 at 5:35 am #

    i'm glas i am alone in my sleep alot of the time…..often the only part of the day that i get true peace…..

    love always….

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    ross b | 13 February 2010 at 11:28 am #

    Lovely piece (peace), Steve. those last four lines, that is the essence of it all, and beautifully put too.

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    matt davison | 13 February 2010 at 1:33 pm #

    Now that's the SK I like…poetry is back at the time being!!

    love it…

    md

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    Anonymous | 13 February 2010 at 1:51 pm #

    hola sk
    when are you and riki going to do a few more shows in perth?
    homer

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    cazziem | 13 February 2010 at 3:17 pm #

    Kind of weird that there are so many lonely people in the world yet we’re none of us lonely when we sleep. Some days I wake up feeling more tired than when I went to sleep, then wonder where I’ve been!!
    Rarely remember dreams, but then other times things just pop into my head and I wonder if I’ve dreamt them. I’m sure one day technology will come along that connects to these brain patterns, to relay and produce the images of what we see when we sleep. I do hope it’s in my life time ( and affordable of course, co I’ve love to know where I travel to when I’m suppose to be resting!!!

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    persephone2u | 13 February 2010 at 5:53 pm #

    There's nothing more beautiful or poetic than a storm.

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    davem | 13 February 2010 at 6:02 pm #

    Lovely stuff SK.
    I love early morning.
    I like to be up by 6am…just being.
    Off out on this Saturday for a meal to celebrate a friends 50th Birthday. Where the eff do the jangled decades go?
    Love to all.
    x

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    Mr. Argent | 13 February 2010 at 10:06 pm #

    Deep, rolling thunder and pounding surf are resonances all sublime, low-end timbres aspire to.

    I think this is an interesting case of the element water creating the ultimate thud. One would be inclined to think fire would be most responsible. While initially it is an instigating force, it is the meeting of air and earth plus water where the finest, lowest frequencies lie.


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