posted on January 19, 2012 at 10:09 pm

the picture is gone

let these words exist in darkness

let these words explode in some strangers head

someone i aint ever met

i dont write truth i dont write lies

i have everything yet nothing to tell you

a story as common as any old yarn if you please

why the author is already bored with retelling it

the usual conflicts the usual resolutions

the confused pawns moved by a distant hand

the sun and moon have exchanged positions again

the tide goes in and out

i come to grips with slipperiness

i contain the idea that detachment can be achieved violently

fresh treachery in every gesture

could one really be a hero in this novel no ones reading

the players are not fixed they drift in and out of mind

it seems no one knows why anything happens

it seems ive woken from a dream

but the other dreamers scream out

go back to sleep

there is no reason for all this thrashing around

the pointlessness of it all needs not be pointed out

we’re all just children no more helpless

we dont think to think

i am coming up against spirit

i am coming up against power

if you proceed against spirit and power you will fail

one leads to the other

deep foundations in some other eternity

intelligence alone is baffling bewildering

every genius an idiot but never vice versa i assure you

none of the best stuff comes from just us

with the invisible source gone from the equation

the figures can never reconcile themselves

overlooking the obvious well it happens all the time

ive found bad luck rubs off on whole planets

ive seen a jinx last ten thousand years

they dont have time to empty the traps

before we’re filling em up with our bodies again

here comes a guillotine here comes a plague

here comes a genetically modified germ

now i have the cure it will cost you 10 k

now i have a chip we should all wear in our heads

we can track each others movements thru lives

i have a screen all the children should watch

and once theyre hooked they will never slip off

i have a way of protecting you all

but first you must tell me your pins and your codes

i have a rock by the side of this ocean

i sit and i think of the fucknuckle idiots

the ones who keep on ruining my lives

just when i was sorting it out

another clown goes and another arrives

like a merciful king i send them all into exile

then one day i awake on my throne all alone

the night has receded like a black soothing sea

leaving me here just thrashing around

 

20 Responses to “thrashing around”

  1. avatar
    eekie | 19 January 2012 at 10:15 pm #

    “every genius an idiot but never vice versa i assure you”

    What a great line.
    And so very true!

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    Boriah | 19 January 2012 at 10:20 pm #

    Go back to the pics!!

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 January 2012 at 10:57 pm #

    This one is being printed and filed away in my ‘Kilbey Notebook’. I, in my opinion, believe this is your best envy so far in 2012. Articulating brilliant !!! Its beyond a ‘gift’ when it comes to categorizing ur writing skills. It is simply indescribable. Thanks for sharing. It has helped with the pain so far today. Along with catalog listening to AENT and Uninvited …
    I fell really awful yesterday on ‘black ice’ and wickedly fucked up my left arm ( looks like a completed Rick Baker make-up job for a zombie movie). Its the blood thinning qualities of some of my medications that contributed to the…horror of it all…and I landed parallel body/ground, so my lower back took a serious jolt and, well, im kinda fucked up pretty bad right now.

    Everyone, everywhere …please be careful in ur travels due to extreme weather conditions. Let it be ice here in the states and abroad or heat wave in Aussie land. Mother Nature, she’s pissed at us little ants and her vengeance takes on so many guises, so all be healthy and careful please.

    AzAlwayz,
    Darrin JK

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 January 2012 at 11:23 pm #

    Abstract Illusion 11912

    Affection was an early sign
    Of a twisted mind
    All virtues had faded away.
    Apprehension made it cold
    Though warmth was felt inside
    A child with in us all has died
    And left us with hearts of stone.

    And so the story goes
    This is the way we have chose to live our lives
    Does anybody really know?
    The way you feel when it hurts deep inside
    Are we running from our selves?
    Within this game of life in which we play.

    Dazza

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    VersaVice | 20 January 2012 at 1:50 am #

    Damn, sounds like you’ve been eavesdropping something like the Alex Jones Show. Occasionally you read like the poet’s take on modern revolutionary rants. A global conspiracy going transcendental. I dig it.

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 January 2012 at 3:17 am #

    show me a hero, I’ll write you a tragedy (Fitzgerald)…what a story (Kilbey)

  7. avatar
    plumlady@gmail.com | 20 January 2012 at 6:35 am #

    You’re not alone on the throne; I’m just across the ocean in a frozen land waiting for your next return.

  8. avatar
    colette | 20 January 2012 at 7:41 am #

    According to Einstein, we’re all geniuses/genii(?) in our own way … and according to someone else, it’s not our darkness we fear, but our light. And why should light threaten others? It should allow them to shine theirs and be set free. If you don’t understand the relevance of my comment and I haven’t understood your poem it’s because we’re different types of genius.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 20 January 2012 at 10:52 am #

      Nice !!!

  9. avatar
    princey | 20 January 2012 at 8:11 am #

    Nobody does it better…..love your work sk. (but you already know that :))

    I’m really looking forward to seeing Van Park in March, should be a hoot!
    (hope you get to do a “music” sideshow with one of the boys while you’re down here in Melby too)
    Take care and love always,
    xAmanda

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    colette | 20 January 2012 at 8:45 am #

    p.s. Did a bit of thrashing about yesterday… restless, missed some friends from Surrey, so went around some inner city haunts instead. In my travels, I threshed a few things out, you know like grain from straw. It’s interesting what you find when you sift through the grind.

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    verdelay | 20 January 2012 at 8:59 am #

    If I save and save I might just be able to afford enough leaf to get the cage re-gilded. I tried and tried but there’s been a run on leaf, and all that’s left is stalk. And stalk is cheap.

    v

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    Stewart | 20 January 2012 at 9:32 am #

    Brimming with power – vibrating with barely contained explosive force! At “the night has receded like a black soothing sea”, I expected a calm release but then the protagonist is left thrashing around. I hope the merciful king finds peace.

    I hope also that I avoid the exploding head syndrome. I strongly doubt that you would remember but we met in 1990 when you checked out a studio where I was recording at the time. I made a comment about this in response to something you posted elsewhere but took it down because it was disparaging about the material I recorded. That material is rife with sounds that haven’t aged well but my self disparagement shouldn’t ignore that there were good people involved and we had some fun. As I’ve been catching up on your past work I’ve been struck by how well it translates across the decades. I look forward to discovering more – cheers.

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    Narelle | 20 January 2012 at 10:03 am #

    if you define an idiot as an ignorant person then theres degrees ignorance
    most geniuses , creative or just plain clever…those whose have excelled in their field…are a light years ahead of the ‘ignorance’…and its they who “one must study to know, know to understand, understand to judge” HB
    meanwhile, sure to bump into a few idiots today

  14. avatar
    andy | 20 January 2012 at 10:22 am #

    ha ha!
    your’e rambling on again!
    ‘stream of conciousness’….that’s an understatement.

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    Linjo | 20 January 2012 at 6:19 pm #

    Human relationships are fraught with emotion. It must have been so much easier in primitive times. I have achieved detachment with violence Steve, unfortunately, but it resulted in the blessed state of nonchalance, which is where I wanted to be. Never thought I would get there. Worked on both sides xxx

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    david | 20 January 2012 at 8:07 pm #

    ‘hammock” stuff is so painfully beautiful……

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    hellbound heart | 20 January 2012 at 8:17 pm #

    detachment can be achieved violently……
    yes it can, but I love the detachment achieved through just letting go….everything zeroes in to my own head space and time is irrelevant……
    love always….


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