posted on August 7, 2010 at 10:56 pm

me me me me me me me

ok

the poetry flows thru my mind to my fingers

a solid stream of words carried by electrical energy

created in some invisible place between my mind and my flesh

a mysterious process no one can understand

a tap is turned on and the nouns n verbs come

adjectives rush in to fill the gaps

all my memories n impressions go round in a vortex

random generator plugging spaces in various sentence structures

a meta console a furious storm a snapshot of someones face

being born moving towards the light

i dream i see a great deluge fall upon this world

i dream i see zebra patterns of sand streaked across my vision

i dream i see summer dressed in aquamarine materialize from the churning sea

poseidon rises from the green depths with a great roar of triumph

ilium in flames

lightning shoots through cretaceous  skies

we are bits of star

death renders us dumb

music plays under the waves

the blue wales a swansea morning

under milkwood under burnt oak

under myrtle sacred to aphrodite

god comes down to fuck mortal women

he doth find the daughters of men comely

mermen on the rocks plucking fender strats

shattering the balmy palatial antarctican spring

everything anything manything

the next line pops up

i already forgotten my life in nineveh

i had a house with a pool and a little garden

i walked to school in the tender sunlight

rose incense lit by nepalese fingers

in the pale days before ashtaroth deserted her temple

i dream i see me as i really am

forever both male and female

walking with jesus on route 66

walking with jesus to see the stones at the mammoth garden

jesus and krsna strumming E 9

jesus with such a great haircut

krsna jamming with his breathy flute

deep in the indian night

the lovely birds coo and warble in the aromatic arabian  dusk

open sesame for the alley barber doing shag cuts for demi gods

two little zip bags expensive white crystals

crystalline rush of my love holds sway

shiva with the ganges in his hair

adam n eve kilbey by the euphrates river

a fox appears by the edges of a field of visions

i dream i swim in cold clear salt water in which i breathe

gills and fins spring from my torque

i am a fish i am a car  i am a metallic bird

i am falcon i am panther i am w.h. moses

i dart thru dreamskies defying zero gravity

i strap on my bass as big as ceylon

the first note is earth

the second note is ether

the third note is sea

the fourth note is silent

my bass is my staff which is charged with cosmic mojo

my bass is creating universes which flow away in radiant concentrics

my bass summons baal n zeus n some distracted lucifer

lucifer plunges burning n screaming thru the blue morning air

its saturday

the shops are all open in the underworld

i buy some powdered nepenthe from ms gypsy fire

i buy sister/lovers on 8 track cartiledge

i swarm down from valhalla with my unicorn and lion

i tread lightly on cloud and tumble through the mirror

i welcome the age of aquarius from my yacht on sydney harbour

fireworks burst apart new years eve as we love on the balcony

i’m in a film about a film about a film about that actor playing me

i forget my lines and everybody laughs in the orient

zsa zsa gabor takes off her bra and suckles eastern europe

her milk white ass wobbles under a quicksilver tracksuit

quickly quickly the fire ripples upstream

i score a litre of liquid light from the man inner moon

i grunt as i enter elysium and fall headlong onto my feat

i feel around in the opaline darkness of pompeiian evening

jericho gazes at my big trombone

i frisk the cops that flee the implications of entropy

i invite some broad to my narrow digs

my trident logo slowly appears on the black screen

hesius dome downloaded from nep-tunes store

the dolphins swim before our beaked ships heading for ithacan hotspots

siegfried covered in dragons blood invulnerable except for his sacro-iliac

the african woman foams in her trance

everything is naked in its illusion

babylon where the sands drift and mirages graze

robert louis stevenson in samoa walking on a bridge with tim

marlo brandon in tahiti listening to untitled#24

aurora clooney her eyes swimming in her head

scarlet in the riviera grown up and ravishing

elli n minna identical but with differences

i am reduced to riches

the king of wands

the night of swords

the ace of daggers

the prints are ready

the queen of mercury

the jack of hammers

the knave of oblongs

les kilbey smoking a rothmans on d day n playin’ the piano

my mother as a little girl her house all bombed n ruined

london as i wanted it to be in 1967 welcomes me with open arms

in a little courtyard i drink tea with steve peregrine took

back in canberra i relive my choicest memories

my first kiss in my new mansuit i stick my tongue in the nights mouth

i walk down the hall in my old house and lay down on my sea bed

its always the holidays on the otherside

everyone loves me and the women are all beautiful

i pass my exams and i graduate as some famous doctor/lawyer/scientist

i can surf and i’m an olympian athlete with a land speed record

i can fly and swim and move underground and pass thru solid walls

i read your mind and i sift thru yer thoughts

i miraculously cure this world of its troubles

i prove one n one equals aura

wow! zeus digs me and i get initiated into the mysteries at delphi

uh oh it couldnt last …i am hounded from the jungle by lingerie clad nymphos

daybreaks into shards on the way to damascus

is that enough for now i wonder?

how do you know when a poem is over ? i ask andre breton

oh you’ll know…he says and hits spacebar

oh my laptop burns my thighs

i’d better stop now

while i’m still a head

71 Responses to “shoal”

  1. avatar
    millbill | 7 August 2010 at 11:30 pm #

    who is the actor playing you?

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    Lara | 7 August 2010 at 11:38 pm #

    Fantastic. Love it.

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    jcole | 7 August 2010 at 11:43 pm #

    nice one… really enjoyed that.

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    Wiild Chiild | 8 August 2010 at 12:11 am #

    Wow! Felt like I was in an opium den in a dark backstreet somewhere in Morocco there for a moment…

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    randompan | 8 August 2010 at 12:39 am #

    i love list-y lists from our hero.
    kind of like the disillusionist as it fades out.
    delicious. the man can go on and on and on.

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    matthew | 8 August 2010 at 12:47 am #

    That was quite a ride! I got lost there for an eternity or so… the “alley barber” reference made me smile, coz I once wrote almost an entire rock opera entitled “The Alley Barber And The Four Tea Thieves”… it was a kinda allegory.

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    captain mission | 8 August 2010 at 1:05 am #

    steve peregrine took, now there’s a name you don’t hear enough these days. great writing.

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    Mr. Argent | 8 August 2010 at 2:16 am #

    Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
    And they’ve been known to pick a song or two
    Lord they get me off so much
    They pick me up when I’m feeling blue
    Now how about you?

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    andy | 8 August 2010 at 3:46 am #

    stone me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    cripes killer, that was somethin’ else.
    if your’e really stone-cold sober…….
    utterly stunning my friend.
    caps must be doffed.

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    Kristine | 8 August 2010 at 4:32 am #

    Whenever I read your words they always brighten my day. You create the most beautiful imagery no matter what you write.

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    robertmadore | 8 August 2010 at 5:59 am #

    Thy thudstaff shall be your protector. The deepest resonances obliterating any foe.

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    EJ | 8 August 2010 at 6:06 am #

    All those deities crowding around with conga man from T-rex, only fitting. Though what would Zeus play?

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    evilren | 8 August 2010 at 6:15 am #

    jesus and krishna strumming E9! My day is always better after reading some Kilbey. I liked this poem,
    it really transported me to a different place. Thanks Steve.

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    cazziem | 8 August 2010 at 6:15 am #

    I so enjoy when you just let your thoughts and visions hit the page and after yesterday’s comment about how much I enjoy your poetry I truly thank you. You write on so many levels all at the same time and yet they come together beautifully. Encore!

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    txrok | 8 August 2010 at 7:23 am #

    very interesting reading today – not atypical brown bear, it seems. love the illusions, and hate to admit … but was thinking same thing andy said. (oops) … glad to hear that you are one-day-at-a-time-being.com. wondering what is the fifth and 13th notes. God bless you and make you strong. Thanks for your time and sharing. Jesus does have kewl hair!

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    SLJ | 8 August 2010 at 7:28 am #

    If someone asked me if I wanted a million dollars or be creative I’d choose creative every time. I possess neither, but I’m thankful for creative people like you who share with the rest of us 🙂

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 8 August 2010 at 8:53 am #

    “i miraculously cure this world of its troubles” …if that only was to be true !!! SK- where would u start?? Disease? Famine? Unjust War? If u had the opportunity blessed upon u , SK, to right a wrong…knowing that others may continue or rise from your cure…what do u do? Where do u start? where would it end? Its like being granted 3 wishes: Asking for world peace-all is granted, Asking for food the plenty for all this world-gardens grow on forever, Asking for a … another wish ??? !!!!!! I know not the cure for mans ills but i do know that change is coming, it is upon us. Many havent opened their eyes, some are blinded by (what they believe to be good fortune)vanity, others wallow because thats all they can do and forever have done. Yes…change is near, for right or wrong, good or evil, i do not know…but signs are all around us…u see them dont u??? Hopefully…we will be given a chance to “cure” in this time of trouble, or has the cure been here always and we all blindly…ignored it. (I am not speaking of The Cure, a fine band in its time, long gone now…just recycling fame. Disintegration does tell a wicked tale, theirs finest work).

    Anyways…
    As Always….
    Broken Toys And Heros
    Darrin K.

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    plumlady | 8 August 2010 at 9:34 am #

    Funny that you mention shag hair cuts today, because I just got one today…hadn’t thought about them in many years except for today.I feel connected to you again in some odd way from far away. Tonight I host a lovely outdoor yard party (for the 23rd year). I’m old school, I still mix all my own music and burn it to cd’s to play on my five disc changer. My friends always love my music choices (and there will definately be some Church and Kilbey) but they wonder why I don’t just pod the music to the stereo…..I’m old school…with a shag haircut.

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    Richard | 8 August 2010 at 9:54 am #

    if I say “no comment” do I get no reply?

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    reid w. | 8 August 2010 at 11:53 am #

    i’ve heard and read nearly everything you’ve ever made public and this is one of my favorites. something very broadway melody of 1974 about “i frisk the cops that flee the implications of entropy” that i especially enojoyed. thanks!

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    eekie | 8 August 2010 at 12:01 pm #

    “a tap is turned on and the nouns n verbs come”

    This was turning the tap on and letting it flow?

    Damn.

    And I can just picture you typing it out, looking very much like someone else would look typing a mere grocery list. I’m not quite sure why, but that is just amazing to me….

    Love the photo caption. Gave me a good laugh.

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    Karen | 8 August 2010 at 2:55 pm #

    reading that made my head spin love it

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    Ray | 8 August 2010 at 4:10 pm #

    What did the zen master say to the hotdog vendor?

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    isolde | 8 August 2010 at 4:11 pm #

    news from brisbane

    i went across the go between bridge (note this is a singular bridge)
    as you approach from the north side the (lovers) lane is marked with GBB motifs
    which increases the anticipation enormously!!!
    and a few nanoseconds later at the other end you are beeped by the toll
    yes indeedy for whom the bridge tolls
    a very short bridge
    shorter than a ride at the ekka and costs the same probably

    i also went to the cloudland nightclub
    this is the noughties version sans sprung dancefloor
    its in the valley of fortitude near the dens of iniquity
    rather than the lofty heights of bowen hills
    its kind of cavernous as was the old cloudland
    and festooned with lots of geegaws and plant forms
    especially that kind of sixties white open lacework in metal
    at the base of the cascading fountain wall there is a sculpture of a man
    its worked up in open metal tracery
    and by jingo it looks like you in one of your paintings!
    incredible!

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      thetimebeing | 8 August 2010 at 6:09 pm #

      crazy qld !
      the go bes bridge….grant me access
      a sulpture look alike of moi….how were his calves?

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    edd | 8 August 2010 at 4:37 pm #

    I wrote a poem today too….it made me feel better…..

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    Vex | 8 August 2010 at 7:36 pm #

    I am glad to reconnect with a man of unequivocal vocals, so able to transform thoughts into rich tapestries of worded effects. Cheers to you mate… was glad to meet you at Paradise Rock Club… il y deja trop longtemps de cela!!

    A bientôt och tack så mycket!!

    Vincent

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    ethereal butterfly | 8 August 2010 at 7:51 pm #

    Your nonsensical whimsy is a delight, very uplifting for my gloomy & cold winter SK

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    hellbound heart | 8 August 2010 at 9:13 pm #

    you’ve made me want to go and light a few sticks of incense before i go to bed……almost on the verge of sensory overload for this one…..love it, love it, love it!!!
    my gracie helped me to do some baking today, see her with the winter sunlight streaming through the kitchen window on her silky brown hair, her huge dark-lashed eyes looking up at me as she licks the cake mix off the spatula……god i love her……

    love always……

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    DavidP | 8 August 2010 at 9:45 pm #

    magical mystical whimsical wordplay

    I’ll be offline for a few days so will catch up with the time being later

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    Shoffy | 8 August 2010 at 9:57 pm #

    Steve, reading the blog, the comments and the replies has been fantastic. Keep it going till the cows come home.

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    matthew | 9 August 2010 at 2:49 am #

    my comment “is waiting moderation”? Moderation?! I know no moderation. Och aye.

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    Altres | 9 August 2010 at 3:51 am #

    Wow, that was almost like a synaesthete describing a temporal lobe seizure. My head is full to overflowing of nebulous connections and coloured patterns somehow hanging together. Loved it, Steve. 😀

    Brian

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    Name | 9 August 2010 at 4:05 am #

    crossed-images/pretty thought(s):

    was sent a documentary on Transformer about the time this blog entry appeared… while in grocery store, kinda getting bored a daydream popped in. Have been going back and forth btwn the 2 and it hit:

    [you] and Jesus walking down route 66 in Ronno’s shoes (God, how I always wanted shoes just like his; once had a pair very close – I loved them til they wore through… anyway:)

    the two of you stopped in at a diner off the side of the road to have french toast with nectar (organic) and the waitress was Edie. Her pretty eyes looking up to the stars — It was a perfect day for all.

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    Name | 9 August 2010 at 4:09 am #

    ps — Steve McQueen could pull it off much better.

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    Cee | 9 August 2010 at 5:01 am #

    Your words take me away from the racket the downstairs neighbors are making – for fk sake are they wearing combat boots and marching up and down the hallway? So thanks for that momentary protection.

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    princey | 9 August 2010 at 8:16 am #

    I enjoyed this one too sk, you seem a bit perkier in between the lines 🙂
    Yeah Sister/Lovers, “Stroke It Noel”, “Nightime”, “Kanga Roo”, my three favourite songs in the whole entire world (apart from my Church faves of course).
    HH that’s so sweet, I love making cakes with my little one too and seeing the joy in his eyes when licking all that sweet goo off the spoon…gee I’m gonna miss all that when he grows up 🙁

    Have a beautiful day sk,
    love Amanda

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    Jasperina | 9 August 2010 at 10:00 am #

    Listening to Annie Lennox sweetly sing Hey Hey I Saved the World Today everybody’s happy now the bad things gone away…please let it stay

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    lily was here | 9 August 2010 at 10:05 pm #

    Made me giddy. A kaleidescope of words, you were on a roll sk
    ps God’s harem? What a Lothario!

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    Cedgie | 10 August 2010 at 1:05 pm #

    The last time this lil’ Broad was in some narrow digs, I had to fumble my way in the dark to the cockpit to ask the pilot to stop the plane because I wanted to get off!

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    Cosmos | 18 August 2010 at 8:47 am #

    “…we are bits of star”, yes we are! Best sentence in that poem! Amazing if you think about the scheme of things and how we were so lucky to form on this unique planet called Earth! We are a luck ass race of beings! Truly unique in a sense until we find true evidence of “The Visitor”! He needs a home too!


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