posted on February 18, 2012 at 9:50 pm

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out there

somewhere out there

in unknown places and rooms

in gardens and mirrors

is saturday night

full of drink and drugs

saturday night when things drift

when sprawling warm night

wild and lawless tho ever gentle

down by the shore and white hotel

in a hundred rooms

the sea breeze on naked flesh

a woman in a shower

a man waiting in a bed

a man jumps out of a cab

a woman in a bath drinking champagne

the parties throb and roar around the shore

people already plastered

dogs howl in black back yards

some repetitious deep thump in the earth miles off

laughter in the air caught up in strange echoes

laughter on the wind laughter in the pubs

laughter in the rooms at the hotel

laughter as someone watches a comedy on tv

i go for a swim in the tepid green sea

i swim lazy a stoned martyr

i drift or rise over small waves

i see the sandy seabed and grey silver fish swimming inside the nets

my mind says swim harder but my body rebels

some other mind is second guessing me i guess

but who guesses …me or the other….and how would you know….?

saturday night is a glittery valley full of blurry stars

the salty air is corroding everything …metal and spiritual

resolutions dissolved in the sea light

memory of unending summer rolled out each year

donkey rides and ghost stories

saturday night was a wild card a loose canon

saturday night in minuscule microcosm

pizza beer drive crash arrest

pot tv toast pot tv toast

sex sleep sex sleep

food wine taxi club hotel internet bed

i wander in the periphery of night

a marginal twilight where us poets stumble

saturday night is a beast we relish in spades

and we spear it with our words of spleen

but it always comes back bigger and dumber

the police get called to a scene

some trouble in the domestics

some harsh words are thrown

some blows are spoken

everyone must blame each other

the night doesnt care one way or another

the night is warm and still young

its all out there waiting if ye can but find it

all the brothels all the casinos

all the night clubs embroiled with strife

all the numbing noise of a million songs

competing in the ether for life

i touch reality i move thru time

soon too soon it all comes to a head

saturday night in the vale of tears

saturday night in the early century

we rush towards a midnight

i can feel them willing it

midnight appears to each in a new guise

to the lovers midnight is gentle

to the widow midnight is hard

to the child midnight is full of horrors

to the weary man midnight is a sweet release

saturday night bursts at it seems

it seems important it seems somehow permanent

the seaside is full of toughs from the exterior

and they flock to the ocean and the pop up bars

but that was our yesterdays full of saturday

saturdays full colour in glorious glow

tonight makes me suddenly tired

i must abjure

into this deep night









15 Responses to “saturday night from a distance”

  1. avatar
    colette | 18 February 2012 at 10:23 pm #

    Happy abjuration. Slept off a couple of half glasses, relatively sober, internet, restlessness, rousing respiratory renditions or not, maybe sleep. Hope the ragers keep away from me and my ears. Forgot to buy the stoppers; ipod might do the job.

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    Richard | 18 February 2012 at 11:07 pm #

    and they seem to be coming around so often lately, don’t they?

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 February 2012 at 12:09 am #

    Simply Astonishing !!!
    Love it , just broke into my top 5 posts that you so generously have shared with us in the ‘ stranger than I predicted’ -2112 minus one hundred.

    The new place has you channeling an inner you that I haven’t read in quite some time – Fantastic !!!

    And B…if you r reading, thanks for the kind words regarding my health…they really do help the psychological aspect of chronic pain and its cousins. Especially when a compltete stranger offers wisdom and compassion, ya…, u got a dark streak probably”””()”””but the light in u I estimate is far greater…
    Thanks again…

    Darrin JK

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    andy | 19 February 2012 at 2:01 am #

    most impressive!

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    evilren | 19 February 2012 at 2:30 am #

    I have no problem going home on Saturday night and locking the doors. Night time is for sleeping.
    Funny post and so true. The horror, the horror…

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 February 2012 at 8:42 am #

    Its the noise from every fucker else that stops me sleeping on a saturday night.

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    Cocoamo | 19 February 2012 at 11:28 am #

    You always take such cool photos–looking a bit menacing on this one.

    Beautifully put describing the beach town aura. It’s all around us here – loud bars on the beach where people can’t hear each other to have a conversation. People partying and drinking themselves into oblivion. Homeless woman trading kisses for beers from grotty old coots. Being at the ocean makes it special for them, somehow. Maybe the crashing of the waves drowns out all the nagging thoughts that bother them. I don’t know. I don’t get it.

    Love the line “the salty air is corroding everything …metal and spiritual” – So true.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Coo Coo Beach)

  8. avatar
    hellbound heart | 19 February 2012 at 12:10 pm #

    summer nights…..remind me of warm naked skin….frangipani scent, incense, tinkling chimes…..
    love always……

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    Anonymous | 19 February 2012 at 12:25 pm #

    when the tram bell tolls
    the screams expire from wires and lines
    the rev heads wake wailing
    the drunk and the drugged unpeel, they reel
    you can see their lonely shadows, now vibrant in white
    extruding desire, ready or not
    coming now
    they thrash uninhabited flesh
    in gimcrack bites
    persuasions, discarded, in rushes of facile invasion
    the bleeding lie fated, only sirens face the fright
    i wake derailed as the new cries echo
    deep in the alley of someone else’s sorrow

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 February 2012 at 12:26 pm #

    thanks for your poetry and for sharing your vulnerabilities and truth here so often. Sometimes its brilliant, sometimes its funny, sometimes its moving, sad, painful, obscure, sometimes i see myself or others, sometimes its not me, but it’s always alive and i always appreciate what you do.

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    Anonymous | 19 February 2012 at 12:40 pm #

    “Yeah, all night long
    And nobody don’t dance on the edge of the dark
    We’ve got the radio on”

    …midnight to midnight comes and there it is: “down on my street” — sounds: they’re always listening (back)too for everyone to be there so they are heard. bravo pretty sounds in the nights!

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    Anonymous | 19 February 2012 at 2:26 pm #

    Best Saturday nights are being with your family; staying at home preparing a meal together, sharing a few treats and watching a DVD ( after the battle of compromise / and selection). Recommendation only send one family member out to get the DVD’s, unles you have a month to watch them.
    At the end of a hectic week of early starts,deadlines, meetings,after hour work functions not forgetting the other jobs with being a taxi service,house -maid, functions manager ,doctor /nurse, life coach and anything else the family want to throw my way. Wouldn’t trade Saturday nights with them for all the tea in China.
    Still love to hear that there is another life going on out there with the drift of music and chatter from nearby bars and gatherings.
    “Saturday night bursts at the seems” conjures up thoughts of expectations and youth.
    Enough said, quote (two shorties):
    Know how to live the time that is given to you.
    Dario Fo.
    I took some time out for life.
    James L . Brooks.
    Take care Mr K and Girls.

  13. avatar
    Kristina | 19 February 2012 at 7:55 pm #

    saturday night is a glittery valley full of blurry stars

    Absolutely sublime, Steve…

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