posted on December 2, 2008 at 7:26 pm

wednesday arrives in garments of grey turning blue
i find it
i lose it
i almost overlook it
am i amongst friends ?
sometimes i wonder why i bother
sick of myself
i wait to be reabsorbed into the cosmic all
yet still i remain separate
visited jim o’bleek in his offices
the view over the wilderness
i almost thought i saw giraffes down there
he examined my case
murder? he said…..thats the easy part…..
its this poetry charge that worries me….
sure jim sure… i say
and we laugh
and we drink some silver-leaf tea
and he asks me a hundred questions
as he peruses the dusty tomes of law n lawlessness
i sit in the corner watching the wildlife
he quotes me paragraphs n clauses
oh ? i say never listening
never understanding
…you’re better off to ignore most of that…he says
ok… i say …..that shouldnt be too hard…
later
i catch the rolling starecase
the dwarves are on strike
some singer called jilly mirror has been found alive
the war drags on
some actress called joan aparte has been found missing
the weather will get worse
the commissioner has been exonerated
police have found a large cache of angelfruit
dean nigh the sky-surfer has been injured in a cloud
some foreigner got smacked about up on golgotha crest
the minister appointed his brother
the chamberlain gave himself a raise
the generals all remained safe
the poor seem to be getting poorer
wine shown to be useful for sobriety dos
famous author booked
famous singer moves out of sharp flat
freak accident : train collides with giantess
hot tip : pyromaniac in the 3rd heat
what your husband is worth ; suburb by suburb
piers de boor on extremists :burn them!
sexy ways to lose weight n goddess coupons
free full colour lift out featuring bobby des moines n di-rhonda snodgrass
aw fuck all this! i thought as i wandered thru the news
the driver in my macronetic phonotron has been punctured
and all the flanges had been splanged
i couldnt afford to see a polarist
i didnt want a malarkey suit
and fell-ons were now illegal
back to my place
the surfaces are all neo-soft
i move from room to room via mo-help
my antenna can tune in antares
a maid made a bed
i live simply nowadays
just oxygen shots n a virgin therapy
i’m smart…i use rezzi-rect-em instead of undevilled
i never switch off my kestrel strike
i go to a bar
some guy playing there
david neil
i heard of him
he fell out of a window on a bridge
he sang that song
about the guy who wakes up to find
his wife turned into a dragonfly..
i’m so tired of songs like that
arent you?

17 Responses to “shape before using”

  1. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 2 December 2008 at 10:29 pm #

    My God, the neurons and synapses in your brain stun me! This blog was pure genius. How do you do it, day after day? I’ve been writing (ha, the only thing I ever published was a poem and a short story in an arts magazine) since I was 8 years old but I could NEVER put words together the way you do. Some days I can barely write my name.

    HOWEVER…some of the things you say are worrisome…

    “sometimes I wonder why I bother
    sick of myself”

    “can’t see a wait out”
    “gotta carry on as if nothing really matters”

    Hmmmm…I don’t do psychoanalysis (only on myself) with others and hey I’m no psychic (but I did get a strange feeling the cat would sleep on my bed all day) but my dear, you sound very down, depressed, despairing, worn down…

    Tell me if I’m wrong! I know things are not easy now. I really and truly wish I could help – one fiend to another. Please email if anything can be done. ANYTHING!
    (I won’t do roller coasters though)
    love and babbling,
    denise
    xxoo

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    veleska1970 | 2 December 2008 at 11:02 pm #

    yeah, i’ve noticed, too, that you’ve been pretty down lately. i hope everything gets better for you, steve.

    lotza love….

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    captain mission | 3 December 2008 at 12:35 am #

    wow man amazing writing, really hoping that one day a novel manifests, there are very few people who even write such narrative around anymore. it’s all bullshit out there.
    i do have to add steve, the girls are picking up something i feel to, just reading between the lines here, i hope i’m wrong.

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    jax | 3 December 2008 at 1:24 am #

    God, I loved reading Burning Chrome, something about those short stories. New Rose Hotel for one, seems like a long time ago and the genre kinda flipflopped but sk you got something going here, I like to read your narratives you got da gift.

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    Martin | 3 December 2008 at 2:28 am #

    Wonderful!
    -Krallman

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    ScaughtFive | 3 December 2008 at 3:15 am #

    You is my favorite mugician Philip Marlowe in the whole of this lousy Alphaville, drude. Stay on the case even though the per diems are lousy.

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    sanfoin | 3 December 2008 at 3:37 am #

    “one fiend to another”? that’s an offer hard to refuse, denise . . .

    no seriously, it’s always nice to see people caring for each other, here and abroad.

    but who the hell is david neil? and how could anyone get tired of a song about a woman who changes into a dragonfly?

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    Hellbound Heart | 3 December 2008 at 10:17 am #

    ‘hot tip:pyromaniac in the third heat’….i love the way you play with words, steve….
    can now hear the world in 3D dolby surround sound as i went to the quack and they syringed what appeared to be two potatoes out of my ears….oh man oh man it feels good, can’t hear that infernal industrial machinery grinding away in my head and i don’t feel like i have socks stuffed in my ear canals….aahhhhh, sweet relief!!!!!!
    love always….

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    Anonymous | 3 December 2008 at 11:38 am #

    Steve – would you recommend Andre Breton’s ‘Nadja’ to TTB readers?

  10. avatar
    isolde | 3 December 2008 at 12:38 pm #

    “i use rezzi-rect-em”

    ouchie mama

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    Anonymous | 3 December 2008 at 2:38 pm #

    What’s rezzi-rect-em? A bum hole with resin in it?

    I always see another side of life when I browse through your works SK.

    You seem the usual melancholy cranky over-complicating person you appeared to be 20 years or so ago. It is not easy in any profession or craft to have people hanging on every word you say or write, or sing, but you do fine. Don’t be sooky and make some music.

    I heard a young dood a few months back singing ‘Unguarded Moment’ playing mandolin chords in 2/4. Made me feel old too. But sounded good.

    KG

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    matthew | 3 December 2008 at 2:45 pm #

    Hahahahaha! That was adjective! -you’re always at your utmost when you freeform like that sk… thanks for another great read.

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    verdelay | 3 December 2008 at 5:40 pm #

    It’s the olde ladder syndrome.

    When you reach the top of the ladder you’ve been climbing (all your life), at the very top of the utmost rung, you realise (all of a sudden) that there before you is the bottom rung of another ladder you never even knew existed.

    Suddenly you find you’re at the bottom of a hitherto-unknown hierarchy.

    And so we climb on…

    It’s what makes us so intrepid, unquenchable, relentless – to shift between scales of action so effortlessly. It’s also what depresses and crushes us.

    So….time being + fiends, remember that every time you suddenly feel you haven’t actually achieved anything in life and that your existence is just going nowhere…it’s probably because you just reached the top of the ladder you’ve been climbing and are contemplating (as if for the first time) the next phase in your transition.

    Back from square one, you’re suddenly reduced to zero once again.

    And if all that sounds like trite self-help nonsense to you, I’d suggest you may have missed a trick somewhere along the line about the nature and structure of reality.

    Find yourself a convenient snake and slide down a few squares…

    v

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    davem | 3 December 2008 at 6:13 pm #

    I love you SK!
    But I’ll be really worried if crows appear in your next blog!!

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    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 3 December 2008 at 6:29 pm #

    Mary and I are on the brink once again due to this Xmas crapola, since her mother has passed away she isn’t the same, she yelled at me the other day be cos I still have my mother, yeah write my mother is slowly fading away…
    Jon Jon

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    Mr. Argent | 3 December 2008 at 8:36 pm #

    F*#king brilliant, SK. The sense-entity is not a wieldy beast, is it?! Self-honesty will get you everywhere but please try not to let it get you down.

  17. avatar
    CSTCoach | 16 December 2008 at 6:50 pm #

    love the sly fi stuff. you’re great at that.


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