posted on May 16, 2013 at 5:16 pm
dont look down

dont look down

it looks like the wind but its not the wind

it sounds like snow but its not snow

it tastes like the clouds but its not the clouds

it smells like steel but its not steel

it moves like stone but its not stone

it meanders like a life but its not a life

it cries like a city but its not a city

it drowns like your love but its not your love

it talks like a day but its not a day

it waits like a flood but its not a flood

its beautiful like condensation but its not condensation

it flashes like darkness but its not darkness

its mouth is like a riverbank but its not a riverbank

it seems like forever but its not forever

it seems like only yesterday but it is not only yesterday

it hurts like hell but it is not hell

this thing

 

 

28 Responses to “this thing”

  1. avatar
    Bernadette Keys | 16 May 2013 at 5:44 pm #

    A conceptual whirling dervish via straightforward syntax. I like this one alot. No wonder you don’t wanna look down.

  2. avatar
    Bernadette Keys | 16 May 2013 at 5:46 pm #

    A conceptual whirling dervish via straightforward syntax. I like this one a lot. No wonder you don’t wanna look down….

  3. avatar
    Chris | 16 May 2013 at 7:05 pm #

    sk…the master of paradox and simile…

  4. avatar
    Arcturus | 16 May 2013 at 7:07 pm #

    Sounds like un requited love….a deep longing to fill the empty space,could even be that space where god is…just a thought…steve always love reading your words…they inspire me to look at things from a different perspective. thank you

  5. avatar
    princey | 16 May 2013 at 7:29 pm #

    Love this! Enjoyed the kk show the other night, always nice to see you 🙂

  6. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 16 May 2013 at 7:32 pm #

    Sorry for you
    but perhaps I know
    so, am I?
    In a way that makes me sorrier.
    I turn to distract myself with something imminent
    and looking in the pot
    I see the agnolotti
    look like a pool of paisleys
    with spinach in them
    may I say
    except some bastard added
    ricotta without asking.
    oh if I could go back and
    be what I should have been
    all over again
    I would know how to make it
    by hand on sweet demand then…

  7. avatar
    Polaris | 16 May 2013 at 11:45 pm #

    Ya gotta look up.

  8. avatar
    Rick Pierce | 17 May 2013 at 12:16 am #

    Brilliant. Thank you.

  9. avatar
    rustywilloughby | 17 May 2013 at 8:16 am #

    lovely again. thank you. cheers!

  10. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 17 May 2013 at 10:07 am #

    Love is great
    love is strange
    love is daily
    but not everyday
    love is by night
    but goes lightly
    love is mystere
    alternately easy
    and hard to bare.

  11. avatar
    ZORRO1015 | 17 May 2013 at 10:14 am #

    It smells like sh#t, But it is not Sh%t
    It inflicts like an Iron Maiden, yet it is not an Iron Maiden
    It conives like a jackel, yet it is not a jackel
    It tries to pull you like a kite, yet it is not a kite
    It pimps like a Pimp, yet it is not a Pimp
    It lies like a mirage, yet it is not a mirage
    Must be a REPUBLICAN (HA,HA)
    Que vaya con Dios, Kilbo.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 May 2013 at 11:25 am #

    beautiful illusion… elusive maybe sometimes it seems, yeah, but it brings poetry and flight and dreams and will always stay if told true.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 May 2013 at 12:39 pm #

    “Alex, what is Abell 1835 IR1916?”

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 May 2013 at 2:27 pm #

    This thing that exists while we exist. This thing that insists while humanity breathes in this earth.
    This thing it has one horn that blows like an unicorn in two corners.
    This thing that gets harder and harder as emotion grows softer.
    This thing that’s washed away when
    ice is sliced to pieces.
    This thing that rains inside my head like serene pianos.
    This thing that purrs in my lap while it bites my elbow.
    This thing that speaks through your throat and it’s more silent than sleep.
    This thing that crystallizes sins while my blood melts.
    This thing that increases its depth while life marches towards peace.
    This thing that makes me surrender to the supremacy of music and nature.
    This thing that answers essential mysteries without a single word.
    This thing that holds the truth while it releases the sweat of love.
    This thing I dare to call eternity while my love lasts.

  15. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 17 May 2013 at 6:09 pm #

    Afternoon Bite:
    Don’t project your beautiful
    illusions upon me
    I have many anti rational
    reasons to be elusive
    as you know
    tho there’s more to know
    or sense or feel
    to make it really real.
    Would you still be as profusive?
    Would we?
    You even know where I live
    tho I can’t say the same for St Stephen
    heavens above.
    You could give me a bell
    you know well I can’t
    tell yours
    although I’ve spent many a toll
    to escape my hole
    and meet your fine employees
    or occasionally ye
    and then was it you
    who was elusive
    or me?

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 May 2013 at 6:39 pm #

    No such luck. I’m not bazza nor a guardian angel. I am, however, a wretch. I’m sorry.

  17. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 20 May 2013 at 5:00 am #

    So am I. Makes me wonder, aren’t we all? Not even Bazza is really Bazza and I’m thinking guardian angels probably have identity crises as an occupational hazard at times.

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      Anonymous | 21 May 2013 at 12:15 am #

      Almost certainly. I think of warm afternoons, shady rooms, feeling bigger than life. For awhile. Had I known you, I’d miss you still. Another life, Collette. Maybe the next one?

  18. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 21 May 2013 at 3:36 pm #

    Shall I guffaw or weep? You misspelled me name (again?) you wretched wretch.

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 May 2013 at 9:51 pm #

    Laugh, I sez, laugh! Back to Collaroy Beach in 1991, I think. ‘Maybe I was never here at all’…

  20. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 24 May 2013 at 5:43 pm #

    Beached As:
    southern rights
    off the new south wales coast
    I’ve never recalled Collaroy
    with such corollary as today
    makes the greyness go away
    remembering half forgotten
    have imagined? scenes
    delicious ridiculous
    youthful dreams
    from green hills
    (yes our Colleen
    king of Collaroy beach
    any normal girl
    would want to be princess
    except she does like that weird band
    with the weird name)
    a cinema a bistro a bar
    sea sun sand encrusted
    too trusting or not enough
    local ‘talent’
    latency
    latex
    apex
    then the bigdipper drops
    get out the mop
    I recall
    uncertainty
    pressure of future
    responsibility and personality
    a guy who might bruise you
    yes he might have been like you
    the height of laughter
    the coldest draft
    leaving you
    happy ever after.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 28 May 2013 at 8:08 pm #

      You’re a lot like her. Or, rather, how I often imagined she’d be by this point. Maybe that’s it. I had to burn everything in the end – hoped it would dissipate with the smoke. Eventually it did. Now here we all are – in the future! But just occassionaly, I’m reminded and ‘For a second or always’ – in Collaroy, it’s always 1991. The parakeets are still there in the tree by the pool and England’s a world and a life away. Cue laughter…

  21. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 30 May 2013 at 11:53 am #

    Please be careful lighting fires in the end. Yes they can dissipate things but potentially dangerous. I’m sure you know.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 May 2013 at 7:57 pm #

    Yes, indeed. Sparks can be diverting and even magical but are not to be fanned into flames. Tinderbox empty. Best way. I’ll stop now.

  23. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 31 May 2013 at 10:57 am #

    Guffawxxxxxxxxspk!


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