posted on November 20, 2010 at 8:19 pm

grace poole

i jumped ship awhile ago tho nobody noticed

i swam to the blooming horizon i ran to the waiting sea

down by the docks they were unloading a mystery

some one said

an angel they dragged from the water

superstitious fools vicious brutes surly oafs

i jostle thru a crowd

i talk to strangers i talk to journeymen

wickedness wildness woman out of wedlock

wedlock bedlock deadlock

deflower devour desire

the bible in a hotel room

i am just another man at last

how the sea laps the shore

how  sure the lie of the land

how lost the losing hand

i look at you who are so strange to me

i see only mask i see only lovely task

i touch the screen i touch the silk scream

my hard luck as for certain now i am ready  again

oh stream thru the night towards thee

follow the signs follow the stars in your sky

follow the tricks follow the under tricks

follow the first fellow you see

my morning is spent in a blue and white scene

my canteen is empty

my carpark is full

my word is mud

my word

my blood

my world




15 Responses to “the every coast”

  1. avatar
    Lyndall | 20 November 2010 at 9:36 pm #

    “My word is mud” ???? I don’t think so…
    Always wanted to swim to the horizon… L x

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    Anonymous | 20 November 2010 at 10:17 pm #

    Steve, you will be glad to hear about this – I have been doing yoga nearly one year. … been addicted to it since the first day, just like how I hopelessly fell in love with this blog three years ago.

    Strange thing is I constantly feel your existance…wherever I go. It makes me feel so good.


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    Karen | 20 November 2010 at 10:19 pm #

    I loved that one
    like what you write & occasionally love what you write
    anyway other people put it more eloquently than I do..
    “yawn” tired

    a blue green coloured photo:O
    had one of those purply bushes at my old place

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    Cedgie | 20 November 2010 at 10:57 pm #

    I wish I could jump ship too but I missed the boat on that one!
    The word on the street is that inside the motel room bible is a map that leads to a fresh water spring,where there’s plenty & for free, to fill your canteen to overflowing for evermore.
    Alas,the best carparks are always full. I usually park somewhere that my car will be safe, somewhere where parking is for free & walk there instead. When you pinch pennies you loose pounds! I like problem solving games & Im one of those freaks who is thankful for neverending hardships. Life is like a game of golf, rather flatly dull without obstacles.
    P.S.So enjoy where you take me on these blog mystery flights

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 21 November 2010 at 1:59 am #

    THAT WAS FRIGGIN…PERFECT-SPOT ON !!!! SK- your on a clear cut path-a road blazing on both sides with scarlet flames…pushing you onward and onward. I beleieve you may be tossing ideas about in that brain of yours. Ideas on how, why, and when-this new’church’ creation will come to fruition. I sense a purpose in your poetry lately. Clean-precise and perfect. I hope you and the guys enjoy this time together. I have said this before. with T at the helm and the mighty four of you bouncing-splashing-crashing ideas off of each other with a sly cats grin on your faces (no ones better than the 4 grouped together !!!). Your planning on taking over the musical empire that is in desperate need of revolution. Im on your side when things get bloody-stir this ship onward thru the muck that many believe is ‘music’, but is merely muck upon yuck-blended and manipulated for HOLIDAY consumption. Fuck them- slay them all i say. You have the weapons of choice (with Fenders at your sides), into the mouth of battle the four of you must go. Because on the other side is …is…the treasure you all have been searching these many years for.

    A perfect piece of art.

    Darrin K.

    I believe its at hand !!!!

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    plumlady | 21 November 2010 at 4:27 am #

    What a lovely and seductive read for my cold and dreary morning alone in the midwest. How I long to see my favorite band again….sigh…..I will make do with a trip to my local record store to try out the new Annie Lennox Christmas cd and then sit by the fire tonight and read this blog again!

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    bionicanna | 21 November 2010 at 5:31 am #

    “an angel they dragged from the water”

    this image will stick with me for a while. there’s a whole story in that line. it calls to mind the bones of elisha that could revive the dead, except himself.

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    Jonny Hollywood | 21 November 2010 at 7:15 am #

    as the church turns…

  9. avatar
    andy | 21 November 2010 at 7:15 am #

    the basis of a damned fine song i’d say……

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    Mr. Argent | 21 November 2010 at 8:15 am #

    It seems grace and gene may be an item.
    I would like to invite y’all to check out this blog; it concerns men’s fashion but the spirit will be appreciated by many TTBers, I’m sure:

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    sarah | 21 November 2010 at 8:16 am #

    yep. feelin it. thanks for writing and sharing your excellent poetry.
    words turn from mud into adobe with time, hay, and heat. blood is deeply trustworthy. the world shapeshifts as water. nice pool, fyi.

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    Tanya | 21 November 2010 at 9:08 am #

    I want to know more about the mystery being unloaded…. But I guess, that’s why they call it a mystery… In the meantime, I think I’ll jump ship as well; the idea is just too damn enticing.

  13. avatar
    isolde | 21 November 2010 at 9:17 am #

    you’re singing again

  14. avatar
    jerryj | 21 November 2010 at 12:27 pm #

    I’ve been searching the signs and the stars, through the forest and “other bars” for quite some time now. Mysterious cargo indeed.


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    hellbound heart | 21 November 2010 at 1:50 pm #

    real contrasts in this entry….sensual gluttony and austerity……very good indeed, sir…..

    love always…..

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