posted on April 26, 2013 at 8:47 pm


unbound from the spectral chain ganged ghosts

wandering from Moravia to Peru unleashed upon world

after world i fell through the cracked iced night night

landing in tangled debris by the shore

i am forced by some hand to continue to write

forced by some mind to continue to dream

but my inexplicable dreams becoming more real

my real now has become then somehow

i mean i’m dreaming of you out there somewhere now

sailors of lent who carry me across these memorised seas

the season for we wait for will never it come

the reason we fought in the ether neither none of us knows

we dream of a morning covered in tears on a web of silver sphered screen

my identity is lost amongst the scrimmage and scram

my helium like mind rises upwards in my skull and i almost get away

out through that hole in my brain box i wanted to go

thank you for your patronage i remain humbly your clown

oh and send it out to all the dim stars in this town

your scrupulous fasting as hunger strikes deep always slow

i honour the statue you had made for me with the dripping crown

i loved my Ida down

the blast or the hook or the barb or the thorn

the mast or the book or the lying little lamb

no one feels this stuff like i am




19 Responses to “tangential flake”

  1. avatar
    Majid Ali | 26 April 2013 at 8:56 pm #

    Very touching and poignant.

  2. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 26 April 2013 at 10:55 pm #

    Tis tempting to try to say something clever
    I strung together something about articulated triangulation
    or triangular articulation but
    in fact the reaction was more physical
    strangulation from feeling
    sinking sensation
    the opposite of the re/action
    opposing the raised pulse
    czerny on the tummy not the mind
    but, er, flies
    ha ha not funny.
    I can’t thank you enough.
    It’s nothing.
    Tomorrow will be gone
    for a little bit
    as if it makes much difference
    but just saying in deference
    to this most post.

  3. avatar
    Cath | 27 April 2013 at 9:57 am #

    clowns are beautiful, just like court fools and jesters, they have the authority and wit to say what needs to be said, the sensitivity to heed the depths, the daring to steal from heaven, mock the powers that be and mostly, the opportunity to be authentically themselves, quite like a shapshifter really, morphing and changing, nothing stays the same,in same old game of life
    hugs and compassion xxx

  4. avatar
    Chris | 27 April 2013 at 11:03 am #

    It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. ~ Shakespeare

  5. avatar
    Chris | 27 April 2013 at 11:18 am #

    I see myself as an intelligent sensitive human being with the soul of a clown. ~ Jim Morrison

  6. avatar
    Cocoamo | 27 April 2013 at 1:43 pm #

    Have you indeed travelled astrally? Not when under the influence of substance, but in your factory-issued state?

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Still in Cocoa Beach)

    p.s. Some kids caught a great white – a big one – in Ft. Lauderdale (a few hours south of here). Just goes to show you, you never can tell.

  7. avatar
    andy | 27 April 2013 at 4:47 pm #

    i sense some sort of shift in life in the last few postings…..
    is the time being morphing again?
    do we know you?
    does anyone?…………

  8. avatar
    Polaris | 27 April 2013 at 10:59 pm #


  9. avatar
    k.p.buk | 28 April 2013 at 3:05 pm #

    “like the taste of black trees, a tune on the breeze..”

  10. avatar
    Chris | 28 April 2013 at 6:25 pm #

    Sitting next to a serene statue of the Buddha lit by soft candlelight under a still night sky….I have had 3 listenes to sk and mk’s new album You are Everything…one of the most beautiful albums I have heard in the last 10 years. It is the work of two musicians at the height of their powers. Lush arrangements….spiritual soulful lyrics….elegant poetry…mesmerising melodies….mature themes reflecting hard won wisdom, and sensitivity to the complexity and beauty of life in this world. The production is crisp clear and rich. Love it Steve.

  11. avatar
    surreal eskimo | 28 April 2013 at 6:28 pm #

    Facinating surreal fact: No two tangential flakes are the same 🙂

  12. avatar
    Heather Daydream | 28 April 2013 at 6:47 pm #

    These are my favourites….

  13. avatar
    hellbound heart | 28 April 2013 at 7:40 pm #

    i feel grief when i see my father slowly losing his mind to alzheimer’s and the man that i knew and loved fading from my grasp
    what do i do?

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 28 April 2013 at 9:32 pm #

      i wish i knew bec i really do

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      Anonymous | 28 April 2013 at 11:05 pm #

      kind of like sounds given to your child before their birth… talking to them, telling stories, singing/listening to beautiful music/laughing/telling them you love them before they are born.

      i’ve been going through same with a family member. i just keep pretending she has her druthers intact and tell her of beautiful things (and ignore her rants – hard to, but you can if you really believe it’s not about you – then take long walks to let go of that feeling that comes on/shakes you). not sure but i figure if there is a glimmer, best to give/fill her mind with beauty and love for the end. don’t know, but hope. good luck – my thoughts.

  14. avatar
    The Joker | 28 April 2013 at 7:57 pm #

    Man Joker you got nuthin on ME!? Keep smoking the jokin!

    The Joker

  15. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 30 April 2013 at 7:13 am #

    I heard a priest say at a funeral once that the Gaelic word for ‘senile’ can also be translated as ‘already with God’. I thought that was quite comforting. The power of music is amazing with some like this. I have seen an old woman who hadn’t played the piano in many many years sit down a few days before her death and play the most tuneful, flowing, sweet melody. Otherwise, before that, I would take a cassette player and tapes of music she liked.

  16. avatar
    William Seville | 1 May 2013 at 9:31 pm #

    Once again, thanks.

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