posted on December 2, 2014 at 11:05 pm
white out

white out

in the hot sydney night as conspiracies hatch in darkness

languid sea in the shadow of cliffs

in the murmur of the thunders muffled in distant clouds

reefs of sky a jungle within the box

the memory remains

retaining walls of lives juggled and lost

inhuman shield admitting soft rays

the green hundreds

the khaki fifties

the need for black money

on balconies drinking wine

under the skylights relax before a screen

the intrepid illusion of security measuring you for a size

the women show up paid for and plastic

once they were children monstrously lovely

again in the garden they piss on the roses

the gangster in nissan watches impassive

some cash would be nice but blood will do nicely

some hammer some freedom some chick and some slack

a shower in hotel where gabriel came down

a bed in the delta where the little boats go

some dog started biting i felt his fangs sinking

although it all happened aeons ago

they call you a taxi but youre still inside swimming

impossible strokes on the flesh down below

wriggling and writhing and running around them

the sand in your shoes is slowing you down

christ i see your face in the billboards and posters

in windows in mirrors in doorways and malls

in the tides that appear with their jellies and anemones

in the hum of the fan that spins in dead air

 

31 Responses to “tangential aside”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 December 2014 at 11:19 pm #

    What little english tosser would write anonymously to a blog?!

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 3 December 2014 at 9:54 am #

      why you my dear imbecile…you!

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        Anonymous | 3 December 2014 at 9:21 pm #

        Little? I’m 6ft 2 and 200lbs.
        English? You think only Anglos live in London?
        Imbecile? But I have a PhD, Steve.
        Tosser? You’re the one writing to yourself, dude.

        • avatar
          thetimebeing | 4 December 2014 at 12:08 pm #

          gee a phd
          wow
          im so impressed
          and so uh dr fuckwit you use your alleged intellect hounding an old washed up rocker like me?
          because you fell in love with me once when i was pretty?
          man you are a confused and sad big fat oaf
          dont even have the guts to put a name to your inane dribble
          cant see that i can see its you all along
          as per above
          your junk mail from now on will automatically hit the trash
          goodbye you obsessive turkey
          i feel sorry for you
          i really do

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            tearle | 4 December 2014 at 11:04 pm #

            About time you got rid of him! But he’ll be back under another name & worse for more negative attention. Said the same kind of stuff to my ex, but it’s fruitless.. ‘what’s st Michael going to think of YOU at the gates, your the Dr why Harras a loser like me, it’s within…’ etc are other useless (logical) things to say. Hopefully yours isn’t a hacker like my dr evil satanic physist ex… Laugh, just laugh at the jokers… being them is Hell.

          • avatar
            thetimebeing | 5 December 2014 at 8:26 am #

            hes still writing
            tho no one will ever read his dribble again
            futility!

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    Chris | 2 December 2014 at 11:20 pm #

    …..Kerouac eat ya heart out….

  3. etta
    etta | 2 December 2014 at 11:53 pm #

    I wake to discover sleep
    to deranged cover
    umbrage of slumber or not
    I was hitched to a post
    Scratched by itchiez
    Snatched by bod eaze
    Enraptured captcha’d
    Alone in a cloud
    Said not aloud
    The multiple green stick
    fractious frakchas of thunders
    rolling bawling
    more distant thundrous rumbles crumble
    catching us off enguard
    softened by cloud round
    shrouded crown
    Despite disguise
    and soup rise
    I believe tonight
    you got too full moons
    in yer eyes

    • avatar
      Beatle#9 | 3 December 2014 at 6:13 pm #

      this is a really good poem & i should know,I’ve got excellent taste ! Check out mine on this post.Hope ya like it

  4. avatar
    Chad Cooper | 3 December 2014 at 1:57 am #

    This is so good.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 December 2014 at 4:25 am #

    Once a tosser…always a tosser

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 3 December 2014 at 9:52 am #

      dont be so hard on yourself

      • avatar
        Anonymous | 3 December 2014 at 9:30 pm #

        See what you’ve been reduced to, you poor old sap?
        See how easy you were manipulated into it?
        This is why your roadies get paid more than you.
        This is why your annual royalty checks are for only $400.
        It’s like outwitting a 10 year old at times.

        • avatar
          thetimebeing | 4 December 2014 at 12:04 pm #

          but idiot
          you are the pathetic clown stalking me
          so why bother this poor old sap
          yeah you really outwitted me you fucking drongo
          i am so outwitted by you
          anonymous and cowardly
          your mail from now on will be going straight to the trash
          so its pointless writing anything else
          noone will will read it

      • avatar
        heatherdaydream | 4 December 2014 at 4:49 am #

        lol

  6. avatar
    David Moore | 3 December 2014 at 6:17 am #

    Steve – you’ve gotta read “Wolf in White Van” by John Darnielle… the Church’s music could be its soundtrack. From Daniel Handler: “John Darnielle’s novel moves through the mind like a dark-windowed car through a sleepy neighborhood, quiet, mysterious, menacing, taking you places you will never, ever get out of your head.” It will envelope you… you can thank me later. Hope all’s well…

  7. avatar
    adam.raleigh@hotmail.com | 3 December 2014 at 9:57 am #

    What amazing, vivid and haunting imagery. I especially resonate with the lines about seeing her face in the marine creatures left by the tide and the swirling fans.

    Really enjoying the book. It has probably been said before, but it’s interesting how many similar interests you have with Morrissey (after reading his autobiography) especially musical tastes, ideas about forming a band, english background and passionate food beliefs. Obviously, a lot of important differences too!

  8. avatar
    Cocoamo | 3 December 2014 at 3:08 pm #

    This one is just genius. Words that convey and engender such emotion. We too see the stranded jellies after certain tides – you speak the truth indeed.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  9. avatar
    Beatle#9 | 3 December 2014 at 6:01 pm #

    oh, so real so,chicken scratch so yellow,orange or green so elementary education on top,the side between
    oh ,surrealestate so, a la sneaky sickness so utterly rediculous so positively “what ?”

  10. avatar
    Bec | 3 December 2014 at 9:28 pm #

    nice, Steve…….very, very nice…….
    xxx

  11. avatar
    Cam | 3 December 2014 at 10:29 pm #

    Hey Steve,
    loved the shows you did in Olinda and Montrose.
    Up to Chapter 15 in your book…any plans for an audio book? Would be great to hear it in your voice like the shows.
    What do you think?

  12. avatar
    tearle | 3 December 2014 at 10:50 pm #

    Great Eye. Next time I’m moaned at for going off on tangents/putting scattered pieces together… worse still being cryptic… I’m showing them Steven Kilbeys Poetry Blog!! Haha no *segway* here… and good! I’m not linear. I think he’s disappointed in the *humanity* the Machine produces, and him being Poster Boy (weird really) wherever he goes to work; he’s all over the Country! x

  13. avatar
    Ingrid | 4 December 2014 at 12:21 am #

    Hi SK, the part about the dog sinking his fangs in reminds me of when I was 5 getting on the school bus at Umina. There was a black doberman chasing the school bus and when the bus stopped and I went to get on, the dog bit my leg. I remember getting on the bus and not saying a word, I sat down on the seat and looked at the blood seeping through my white sock. It was when I got to school I think I told someone. Anyway I love dogs despite this experience. How was Mullumbimby? It would have been amazing up there with you guys playing.

    xxx

  14. avatar
    andy | 4 December 2014 at 12:28 am #

    love the way this one flows steve…..
    really does sound ‘right’ for a churchy type song!
    F/D still on constant rotation…had some difficult times of late(car written off-chrissy very ill) and this exceptional album has been a great boon.
    nice to know that in a world mostly full of shite you and the druids always come up trumps!

  15. avatar
    heatherdaydream | 4 December 2014 at 4:50 am #

    Welcome back Killa. scrumptious!

  16. avatar
    tearle | 4 December 2014 at 5:09 pm #

    Tangents… Bob Marley being the face of M? Curious on Mr Kilbeys opinion (miss his utube broadcasts) Im disappointed, I think his true message to humanity will become lost. The Man was more than his plant smoking… business huh. x

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    Anonymous | 7 December 2014 at 2:04 pm #

    no shoes! particles sparkles light when heels land in the sand after five then ten toes and once in the water the bubbles below tame with each kick to the top where in waves cream turns to foam – either way feet are much better when left on their own. (except when walking in the snow.)


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