posted on December 4, 2014 at 9:44 pm
blunt stone pearl

blunt stone pearl

minutes before it all happened

in another world away

the wrong world

conscience pounding onstage

in sydney where yon darkness lies

where the alabaster statue blackened in the traffic

beckoning the baffled oncoming and unheard of hordes

warriors and addicts aside their virtually virtuous steeds

swarming in like a pack of sins

hey where you been?

in a warehouse district my deal has gone bad

some mother future where i will be as lamb

ahimsa akimbo baby my road

will be only available as download

i will be a little child again then in unknown grove by sea

the winding horns of lyonesse will surely fanfare me

but now my sweat is burning my skin

in trouble deep in

magenta evening shadows cast by the bulletin

i forget my parts up on some big old platform

the crowd were a blur

swaying outside my minds city limits

they were down by the umber river tumbling in its course

the music the machine was making

a colossal hum the hum of a god

the magnifico and dulcet miss lou lou bellette seated at the piano

why a song takes shape as it begins to fly

the words are found within thin air i believe i sing them there

the char boils up like smack suddenly gone

the women evaporate like mist in the sun

the chorus rushes to its lovers leap fifty furlongs in the sky

the groans of ecstasy made in a shady glade have faded to a dull throb

my head on a platter a matter of common cents

my flayed frayed but not afraid mind be so kind to have signed it

my electric guitar is a hundred years old

thats how they sold it to me

the tiny glowing controls that stole souls whole

i refrain from caressing its nickel strings

altho i do not have better things to do

in marvellous sydney where the humid taxi lurches along a wall

a mosquito has left your legs covered in tiny red and yellow bites

in my own head i am a hero that righteously fights for days against knights

in my groin i carry the future coin from which will spring the elemental bling

in my heart which cannot be told apart from its twin

amid the recklessness of planets out in space where they spin

oh so lovely maha vishnu dreaming out universes from pores in his skin

i guess i must have digressed

and its a hurry i’m in



15 Responses to “the unimpressario”

  1. avatar
    tearle | 4 December 2014 at 11:14 pm #

    Rock n Roll hard work!! Bringing us the Music isn’t a guitar round the Campfire job. Nice Poetry Mr Kilbey, bit difficult for me to understand, but I really like it 🙂 x

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    Danno | 5 December 2014 at 3:57 am #

    Swam in every line.

    Thanks, Steve.

    P.S. See you at the Cat’s Cradle in Carrboro, NC

  3. etta
    etta | 5 December 2014 at 7:08 am #

    Magnifi Cat

    Let us go then yew and I
    to tumbridge wells up in the skeye
    where you could get your furlongs cut
    for theyre long overdew
    and I could pawn my bling
    we both could use new strings
    I think it’s a musk
    (said husky)
    enough off outporing
    then your inn
    *ting ling*

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    Bec | 5 December 2014 at 7:35 am #

    The season comes through in your prose-lovely humid verse…….
    Love always……

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    Heatherdaydream | 5 December 2014 at 10:09 am #

    Plus One Danno. That alabaster statue line is one of my favourites now (along with the sea takes the sand in its mouth) ….

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    andy | 5 December 2014 at 10:16 am #

    ah…the lost city of lyonesse…
    one late summer eons ago in the early 70’s i thought I heard the cities tower bells tolling under the water of the Cornish coast..swear blind I saw a few strcutures down there too.
    I guess it must have all been down to the stuff that the sea-leaches had surreptitiously pumped into my body when they attached themselves to me.
    strange/wonderful days indeed.

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      thetimebeing | 5 December 2014 at 1:46 pm #

      maybe you DID hear those bells andy

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      Anonymous | 5 December 2014 at 8:45 pm #

      Funny. B4 reading SK comment was thinking in 2006 when I heard the music & the trumpets of the kingdom of heaven announcing what I deemed an arrival.
      Which I also am fully aware that those who play with wrongful spiritual powers can have unassuming/unsuspecting people hear sounds/voices they wouldn’t normally hear via a particular method that I don’t fully understand or need to know. I only need to acknowledge the outcomes etc. Ignoring the other fact that many also hear demons speak etc..
      So I acknowledged what I heard & left the circumstances of it all in God’s hands. For I have become to used to deception in this world.
      The local town clock is back chiming again after many years of silence.

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      heatherdaydream | 6 December 2014 at 3:40 pm #

      some say it could be Atlantis

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    M E M | 5 December 2014 at 3:20 pm #

    steve can u contact me

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    tearle | 5 December 2014 at 4:03 pm #

    Annonymus is a nutter, inspiration for Stephen Kings *Misery* & embarrassing for the rest of commenting. Mr Kilbey does Leigh Blackmore have a good heat? For if he does I have a Horror Story right up his Alley. A dark Tale, Dennis Wheatley/Boston Teran style I suppose, and since I’m Dyslexic I cannot write it. Cheers. X

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    Alfmeister | 5 December 2014 at 6:22 pm #

    Oh far out that Today show interview with Larry is priceless!! Do you have any idea how straight you made that pair look! Clearly they are incapable of conducting an organic conversation and it took your good honest self to expose that. So cool to see real responses in spite of naff, awkward questioning. Bravo Sire.

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    Chris | 6 December 2014 at 12:56 pm #

    Channelling ol’ GM Hopkins again sk? Psychedelic epic.

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