posted on March 25, 2012 at 9:07 pm

cold fire

baby to my amazement

coddled winter nestling in on thin ice

meet me on memory street i’ll be dressed as human

you must remember me i was in your class

now you some withered imp simply sinning for good

i’m beginning to feel that numb appeal

i long to be lashed by river reeds

i long to be gashed by hammer and red nails

i long for an end to window pain and old times ache

why dont you answer my thoughts anymore

i chase you down in a sideshow in an alley

way down in an operation run by magic dan

i buy 3 tickets one for each world

i buy 3 drinks one for each thirst

i watch 3 times one for each eye (I)

honey i take out my rainstick and i let it slide

oh yeah she deal me king king jack 6 9

huffing and bluffing i overturn the buffet laden with K

that little cheater you oughta meeta no one fucking sweeta

that slender siren cryin’ her shames man theyre just names and games

that cruel cool angel fish i bet you wish you never licked the dish

she dressed like a nurse but i feeling worse and i need to rehearse

she tell me how she want it n she tell me slow

she says oh honey not yet oh no

now the blues may have blinded me but i can still see italy

i mean champagne corks may have blown my sight

but i can see her crouched on under night

now hang on now hang right there on

aint i too old for you i hear my self saying

is a mountain too old for a cloud says she

but hang on now hang on right there on

aint you too young for me i hear me selves saying

is the lamb too young for the panther says she

(chorus of greek women)

is the world too round for the burning sky

is the ocean too deep for the roaring whale

is war too cheap or bloody or wrong

why every soldier should be singing along

i stopped to listen as a mist thickens

is the past too gone for a man to remember

is the future too far for soothsayer to see

is the moon too cold for the blazing sun

is the sun too much for the blushing moon

do the stars fucking care about our lives and our dreams

does the darkness anticipate light with a shiver

the quivering river has entered the sea

and a giant has drunken the sunken underwater

and a god sits alone at the side of a shore

watching the tide roll in and out more

we watch it on tv we watch on the screen

we watch how somehow they colourised the water more green

we notice the god with his dumb LA accent

last week hes in rehab getting off rhubarb boy whatta bastard

last week crashed his porsche into a pillar

he flew into a zoo n set free a gorilla

introducing our saviour unto his killer

verlaine the poet and thomas the miller

under the milky rilke and thriller


i wake up from this poem askance

i fallen asleep in some gazelles pants

i ‘m dreaming in bed and living in trance

off of malarkey street down by romance

where the chimneys erupt in a plume of marantz 

where you ask for a sleep and they all say perchance…?

ok its ten oclock thats enough

(sound of it being switched off)

goodnight …….!


23 Responses to “undernight”

  1. avatar
    colette | 25 March 2012 at 9:50 pm #

    I suspect darkness may sometimes ‘anticipate light with a shiver’… and it’s good to know God is human (humane?) too 🙂

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    Estelle M | 25 March 2012 at 11:04 pm #


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    carntspel | 25 March 2012 at 11:41 pm #

    Things arn’t always what they seem, when skim milk maquerades as cream.

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    david | 26 March 2012 at 7:51 am #

    ..the past always moves further away its naturally pissed about it..

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    muse | 26 March 2012 at 8:53 am #

    moi is not withered just yet…

    (don’t watch!)

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    colette | 26 March 2012 at 10:25 am #

    Apologies.The gazelle had to attend a coffee morning at school. Late because she had to wait for the skimmed milk of an ass. She desired to order cream but it doesn’t physically agree with her auto immunity. Though she doesn’t see that as a reflection on her inner being.She couldn’t get to the set because, like all good gazelles she had to attend to kids first. Sorry about any mistakes. This is unrehearsed. The dear ones she loves she carries constantly in her deer heart. Her hart of hearts. Regard the gazelle, she is lean in the legs and something gaunt haunts her eyes. But she is strong in body and thighs. She is not always hot to trot, sometimes grazing in a glen, sometimes gazing at a wren. She often has her own internal conflict of flight or fright or was it fight or flight to contend with. It’s the adrenaline working that makes her slim. ‘But all your fore mothers were voluptuous’. The gazelle answers, ‘Yes, but one of them married a stag’. Now the gazelle is seen as a ring in. ‘We always thought you were different’. But I say to ‘maquerade’ sounds a bit machiavellian and the cream comment a bit rich.

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    geoff Starkey | 26 March 2012 at 11:56 am #

    Steve I enjoy when The Time Being writing takes the form of poetry, and would ask is it possible to get your Blogs written verse in spoken word. I have been enjoying the poetry on earthed and let my mind drift around listening to your “dulcet tones” (dulcet tones > Urban dictionary – A sound or voice so gorgeous you just have to listen to it again and again no matter what. So recognisable that even the faintest hint of it in the distance can send your mind reeling.) I’m not a lazy reader, but could simply listen to your voice reading out loud a pizza menu. Maybe an extra fee subscription……..I’m first in line to subscribe or even a download / CD
    Geoff Starkey Sydney

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      thetimebeing | 26 March 2012 at 12:50 pm #

      dear mr star-key
      yes my boy
      ttb inc is about to publish the very very best of my blogs
      and i was thinkin’ of a cd to go with the book
      so you can hear me reading this stuff and my dulcet tones

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    colette | 26 March 2012 at 12:11 pm #

    Poetic licentiousness brought about some kind of mixed metaphorical hybrid I read.

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    Anonymous | 26 March 2012 at 12:22 pm #

    how will you ever have you thoughts answered if you must switch it off?
    leave it open for a change…

  10. avatar
    colette | 26 March 2012 at 3:40 pm #

    Hmmm the sound of imperatives reminds me of Ezra Pound. Yet the combination of the word ‘open’ with the use of imperative creates an intriguing paradox…

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    colette | 26 March 2012 at 4:40 pm #

    I’m sorry again, Mr Kilbey, kind sir. Please blame the hypermanic inducing coffee with free hallucinogens they served at the convent this morning – but I was wondering if you could please incorporate the word ‘minx’ into your menagerie (someone recently called me Blanche for some reason by the way). No, I think I prefer the word as it was used in ‘Bright Star’: ‘minxtress’ was the term I believe. What do you think?!

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    Steven Krut | 26 March 2012 at 5:24 pm #

    You seem to be in a great place creatively. I’m excited about what you and Martin are going to come up with in your sessions.

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    hellbound heart | 26 March 2012 at 7:37 pm #

    darkness anticipates light with a tired sigh
    just as life anticipates death
    and the dreams of youth anticipate the regrets of maturity

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    . | 26 March 2012 at 9:36 pm #

    i followed your faint shadows through the aviary
    could it have been really you or was it just my memory
    your silhouette seemed to sparkle beneath the sun screaming,
    encouraging me to keep going despite my sadness & uncertainty
    a million orders of Light sending light to my soul and psyche
    then i saw an old friend, the one who lives on temple street
    “the newly departed are just a stone’s throw away” she told me
    and i found myself on the shores of an alien world, lush with beauty
    while the stars circled above, teaching me about my ancient history
    and i walked on the water and swam through the air…effortlessly
    while an echo descended from a tiny rift in the firmament slowly
    i knew it had to be you, i knew it with every fiber of my being
    your image came into clearer view, the one that i loved too recently
    and my circle became full again as we laughed under a mangrove tree

  15. avatar
    Stewart | 27 March 2012 at 1:33 pm #

    I’ve being enjoying Earthed and your posts from Melbourne.
    My question is: Is Darrin OK?

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 March 2012 at 6:03 pm #

    Why didnt you ever get a message to those bikers lettin em know where nick ward was?

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    That Girl | 27 March 2012 at 8:00 pm #

    I have just finished listening to Earthed for the first time. These are truely lovely little gems with a side order of kick ass! Is it just me or is someone out there pitching this to the motion picture industry , it is just screaming to be in future projects.I just keep seeing this music in all sorts of scenario’s in my head. I guess we are all see things different ly but that is what makes us , us. I really enjoyed sk to earth. Thank you

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