posted on January 10, 2015 at 9:22 pm
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soft grey day

sleepy sleepy man i sleep all day man

it says its raining i whisper to a black pillowcase

i am still alive somewhere my friends

the dreams pour out of me in my pleasant room

(where am i?)

my heart has slowed down to a distant drum

i hear the blood pound lazily in my ears

as it sloshes through the machine that holds my soul in

i am enamoured of the haze settled in the green back garden

i sit up in bed it is every morning like this ever

i sit up in bed with my grey eyes open

i am alone it is silent

i dont remember my name or why i am here

i am out of context

it is lovely not to remember it all

how it all went so wrong and so wrong

wagging tongues and fingers gone

i awoke to a new eden of amnesia

i was adam in a bed in a pleasant room

trying to name all my dreams

i have been sleeping for year it seems

so much had transpired but it was all quickly evaporating

my heart broken cursive script upon the pages of dust

mirrored the looming morning glow like a hovering cotton wool bandage

the blood was the red rays of an alien sun

yes i sat up in bed and i looked at the trees

decked with leaves and lanterns

last nights revels now muted in morning

yes i sat in bed and i forget what i was saying

i looked in a mirror someone once put there

i sit looking at a me they have thrown together somewhere

some delicate thought has vanished on my tongues tip

the insurgent day has lost its way and everything has halted

a plane freezes in the sky

the birds have all gone so quiet as if in anticipation

but

i have accelerated through

bang bang bang the frames come down

behind the brain somewhere i sit and move faster

freedom in the greying day

freedom in the soft rainy night

i sit in near silence typing in the little apt in which i live

type type type

the stuff comes out of nowhere

thunder mooted clad in big old boom boom boom

lightning flash down and strike these southern seas

i drink lychee juice and smoke the fucking herb

as sleep approaches in the humid gloom

i am living in this weird future now

i need sleep in this deep warm night

out there people are getting into some real bad scenes

not this little boy tucked up listening to the rain

hoping for more and more rain

willing it urging it causing it bringing it

in the darkness i am no one

warm and safe and anonymous within the soft night

somewhere out there

the ambulances rush through the cloudy streets

the policemen with sirens blazing

the dealers and wheelers whirl into action

in my tidy pleasant room

my shirts hanging up

asleep to it all

i am dead to that world

 

 

 

21 Responses to “soft grey day”

  1. avatar
    Cath | 10 January 2015 at 10:00 pm #

    <3 much more pleasant a parallel…….when the sirens no longer sound reverberated and the sights of such spectres fade into landscapes long passed, that the storms washed away all memory of their pain, that the yesterdays were very much like a dream…..were we ever truly there? The body has it scars……..the soul relieved to find peace in a better place, beautiful rain in Melbourne town too, brings back an ancient instinct to sleep… ever so restful, to immerse in caves amidst ceremony and fire light ….waiting out the storms with company.Peace like a blanket envelopes, as cloud, their density welcome… bearing down…..
    Perfect for art…..or oceanic horizon gazing

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    Shane | 10 January 2015 at 10:36 pm #

    I read your being strong and found freedom, what ever that may be. Maybe it’s what we all see. Or not.

  3. etta
    etta | 10 January 2015 at 11:08 pm #

    Dry ol sift

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    Marcos | 11 January 2015 at 6:37 am #

    Lyric

    sit down in a stone in front the beach, looking the clouds I see horses of wing flying in the sky, Why all is so real. for a minute I let to believe that I waked to 07:00.

  5. avatar
    Marcos | 11 January 2015 at 8:51 am #

    I can’t break the rules, if one day I will been walking for city and you see me don’t care in talk to me, because I hope help you.

  6. avatar
    Marcos | 11 January 2015 at 8:54 am #

    the life sometimes is like a movie, I don’t fear to live looking for help everybody that the name Jesus don’t have anyone mean.

  7. avatar
    Marcos | 11 January 2015 at 9:00 am #

    CanI help Mr. Steve, the world out over there can inexplain, but you can have your vision of world now.

  8. avatar
    always@meetsdeadlines | 11 January 2015 at 10:46 am #

    As I put on my knee-hi black leather boots and long black wool coat going out to dinner, it will be 7 months till I hear the rain and see the steam rise off my streets. My day is your night. You’re hot and I’m cold.

  9. avatar
    tearle | 11 January 2015 at 12:39 pm #

    SK’s body took over and got some itself some rest, to do it all again šŸ™‚

  10. avatar
    rich | 11 January 2015 at 8:03 pm #

    Used to live in a nice comfy semi in clovelly and remember the sound of the surf at night rocking me to sleep. The sound of the ocean storms that refreshed and penetrated no further than the coastal fringe. The sound of the pub on the hill. The sound of the live music, key distorted by distance and reverb effect as it bounces off the cliff, moving towards an unwanting ear. Now reside in capital, the ether numbs my senses. I play in a covers band. Hopefully doing some cool numbers. Wondering if I can break free of the capital gravity and return to where I came, but I suspect gravity sucks and the lure of the bucks keeps me here.

  11. avatar
    Marcos | 11 January 2015 at 11:32 pm #

    Like Jesus take hand’s Pedro, when he was scared thinking that could hang in the sea,
    The same Jesus take in your hand if you want, and take you to a safe place.
    Welcome to my home Jesus
    Welcome to my heart Jesus
    Welcome to my Life

    I can feel your love for my soul
    I believe in your love for my soul.

  12. avatar
    Chris | 11 January 2015 at 11:34 pm #

    This has the rhythm of summer rain in Sydney…soft fragrant and steady…I can smell and hear the lantana growing…black pillowcase…very nice.

  13. avatar
    rich | 12 January 2015 at 3:38 pm #

    Hey steve. I like the photographic effects you use. How do you do this.
    Looks like you have a nasty case of the pox there! Seek medical
    attention immediately and quarantine yourself…lol

  14. avatar
    Bec | 12 January 2015 at 10:48 pm #

    To bury one’s head in a pillow on a rainy night…aromas of sunlight on the pillowcase, the amniotic swish of the rain on the roof, the delicate chuckle of water in the down-pipe, and the solemn pronouncements of the local green tree frogs…
    xx

  15. avatar
    always@meetsdeadlines | 13 January 2015 at 11:14 am #

    Steve, you must have a ā€œS A V E M Eā€ sign somewhere on you that brings them down from the circling sky.

    • avatar
      tearle | 13 January 2015 at 6:34 pm #

      Sometimes it’s funny, well funny there his nuts and not mine!

  16. avatar
    tearle | 14 January 2015 at 12:38 am #

    SK in his kind of Ivory Tower šŸ™‚ His dark womb like cave, safe from the world & fruit juice. Hiding in the dark sleeping, creating heaven in hell, only the otherworldly…. Reclusiveness šŸ™‚ Born again tomorrow. x

  17. etta
    etta | 14 January 2015 at 2:55 pm #

    Wise. And wherefores?

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