posted on September 22, 2007 at 8:28 am

imagine the pleasurefield
with all its gratifications
see the dipping edge of wish
carved from pearl and silver
whipping it distantly
burrowing in the earth
or billowing through the ether
or breaking into sound on a silent world
yes you
imagine the pleasurefield
as it tumbles inside there
and the raving mad god who bestrides its interior
a shower of stardusted rusted up midnight spare parts
in your rooms by the harbour
where you entertained the ambassador
along the seablack wharf with its sickly lapping
the mangey gulls alight on rotting poles
and waiters running back n forth in their vanity
and the people attack their food with lust
and i envy them their appetite
but too slothful to eat
the ambassador relishes his gluttony as he devours you
it makes me so angry to watch
his pride stains the floorboards open
7 times 7 his deadlies
man you fractured ivory coast
imagine the pleasurefield
with its cardinal scams
and its out of work actresses
unlaughing after having scene
the size of your determination
think of all the free drugs
that theyll give you as soon as you get clean
think of all the sex once youre celibate
think of how as soon as it all stops
how something else immediately starts again
as good as you can ever be
someone says oh thats too bad
someone else says oh its saturday night here
you know im at a party
and its warm and some people jump in the pool
i didnt realize that the stuff would make me feel like this
i see some man dancing with his wife
but in his eyes he looks like the devil
it occurs to us that the devil is among us
in denim and board shorts and driving a ute
wow thats so cool you say as we leave the place
wow i wonder who he knew there you say
wow he looked like a guy who knew his way around town
down by the rocks in the darkness
you fumble with my black velvet shirt
youve lost me in the darkness
and youre undoing the past
the rocks are slippery and green
and the ambassador lights his pipe
the air fills with the acrid smell of the stuff
diplomatic immunity he grins n exhales
the police are out there watching us all im sure
he gestures towards the ocean
out there doing their job
he points towards the lowered sky
or up there chasing villains
a childs sandcastle collapses
and the crabs jump out of their shells
the worms in their sandy holes with tiny legs
the suctions of their greediness
the swift silver mackerel who swallows the hook
as i tear it from its throat
it stares up at me
absolving me of all my murderous guilt
i realise we’re on a boat
and i lurch to the rails
as the white wake rushes past
and i fall into the foam
and surface in a lagoon in shadow
wandering to a house
the reeds jostle each other crackling and moaning
the blooms are all there too
big blooms and little daisy
and the woods with their small offspring
and the stones who came especially
and the waters from rainy sydney
the fields from around here
salt and pepper of the eartha
ritual for no reason
enveloping haze of marine evening
serener pastures
the orchestra swells up
is this the end?
yep

27 Responses to “until chocolate is melted and mixture is smooth”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 9:39 am #

    very sinister…evil in many forms and guises…a micron between heaven and damnation…it’s just humanity’s shitty luck that what is often craved and lusted after is also the eventual downfall and trip to hell…fuck, i should know, i’m damned and i still crave more…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 9:59 am #

    ritual for no reason
    in the pleasurefield
    yes i can imagine

    love
    for you

    xxx

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 10:14 am #

    Yes, I can imagine the pleasurefield, down by the rocks in the darkness, the black velvet shirt, lights his pipe….that’ll do me just fine for now! Thanks sk.
    Have a nice night & Love always,
    Princey

  4. avatar
    Catwoman | 22 September 2007 at 10:37 am #

    is torture one of the seven deadly sins?.or could you brand it a divine tormentor…to imagine the pleasurefield,is certain,wicked,and exquisite torture…P.S. you could purrfectly whisk up a storm with how catwoman would feel the impact of a man in a black velvet shirt..meeeow!

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 11:12 am #

    ritual,would not be ritual,without meaning SK..ritual springs from love, and the need of a vital want..am a gemini pig,so i am a lover of grand{iosity} ritual,,and am a glutton for the lush…and thatd be my sin.may i burn for it….i suppose its better than all the other sins,which i am too pure to invoke…NOT!…love,as always,gen xxxxx..a quiet mind,and blissful heart is wished for you and all o us xxx

  6. avatar
    timf | 22 September 2007 at 11:48 am #

    “Lust’s passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes”
    -Marquis De Sade

    Enjoyed your entry today Mr. Kilbey.

    Tim.

  7. avatar
    Stradye very yes | 22 September 2007 at 12:32 pm #

    if you want to play me,you’ve first got to playwith me..adjust the bow,tune my strings,,set the bridge,for that fragile tone…the command of the instrument exposes the passionate vulnerability,and fire which resides in the depths of the ancient wood…such is it’s lust for music..

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 12:49 pm #

    its a bit steamy round here tonight Steven ?{?}

  9. avatar
    isolde | 22 September 2007 at 12:50 pm #

    has the past got a zip? or buttons?

  10. avatar
    verdelay | 22 September 2007 at 12:55 pm #

    No, dear Isolt

    You just tear it all away.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 1:04 pm #

    possibly laces?

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 1:25 pm #

    I’m a self-denying, life-denying bore. I’ll stay out of the pleasurefield, thank-you.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 6:15 pm #

    WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO???hello?..great blog SK!…../xxA

  14. avatar
    nickfiction | 22 September 2007 at 6:45 pm #

    loved it !

  15. avatar
    fantasticandy | 22 September 2007 at 6:46 pm #

    does this journal become a bit voyueristic at times?
    in fact, SK are you actually encouraging such behavour….
    your imagery is allways most arresting…very evocative/provocative.
    but what is the underlying message?
    indeed…is there any message?

    with your words you conjure an emotional and itellectual conundrum
    ….perhaps you truly are a druid..
    love to all,
    andy L.

    p.s gen x & amanda,
    your’e such smiley happy positive ladies….it’s such a pleasure to ‘know’ you both!
    i wish you all the good fortune the gods can possibly muster!

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 8:13 pm #

    Hi from the states

    Need to try that choco/orange/honey etc stuff….
    Since its nearly becoming illegal to drink a beer here in the states….

    Steve in Florida

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 9:20 pm #

    which is it – an abundance or lack of introspection?
    the last three could be either
    the last three – a trio of un-metrified improvisations
    concordant
    slyly arranged
    and cunningly staged ideas
    a sequence of slubbed dissonance
    an idiomatic meltdown
    all in all
    postmodernist
    jazzy …
    and seven by seven
    wow! written in counterpoint
    yes, quite the higher hurdle

    … or

    the white on black cerebral context
    of the gentle savage
    his mind – a raving mad god – over a barrel
    tumbling headlong into the pleasurefields of imagination
    purging invidious reflections
    exorcising suppressed resentment
    slurring the slur, if you like
    and in this tug-of-war of textures
    the extended metaphors flaunt their manes
    they’re the minks of persuasion
    suckling
    keen to lap up the milk of spite
    toying with invidia
    playfully (?)
    tsk tsk tsk
    she’d hate that
    has she not already ‘… bestridden a beetle to save the Greeks’ – to save Nemesis?

    MungoPushul & Co.

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 September 2007 at 10:45 pm #

    isnt she playing by the rules?or have you imposed triple standards now.i know who you are.keep your cake,and eat it too.get some self respect g.dont let him get away with it.

  19. avatar
    dont do that here | 22 September 2007 at 11:28 pm #

    speak english,for gods sake,mr ambiguity..strike 2..

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 September 2007 at 12:41 am #

    Authority was always my favourite song!must have been another bit of futuresight…..there you go …ive created my own temperal strike 3…why did you seek me out? just for your own answers,or because of your boring life…i play 2nd fiddle to nothing,am the fucking queen..bye bye pride.have a NICE life.

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 September 2007 at 1:09 am #

    andyL,he encourages it,and loves it.he’s exorcizing his resentment,for a lady he loves{apparently?}who never did the groupie thing..he enjoys reading that she always loved him..it really does it for him..and gee,do you think i’ve had a gutful of being a “good girl”?screw that!i am not the cunning,n sly one .your readers arent as stupid as you think,either..they know whats been going on..you couldnt expect me to endure anymore,could you?

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 September 2007 at 3:11 am #

    Gee, I post ONE comment and get the shit kicked out of me. Anonymous, adventive, ambiguous, male, female, boredom’s wit, authority’s understudy, when really I could just be morale’s groupie. Or have it your way – I’m all things here at the Institute of Authenticity.

    Always your best interest at heart Steve.

    MungoPushul plus or minus the Co.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 September 2007 at 3:46 am #

    yeah right Killer! Be kind to yourself Gen X.It’ll be a shame to lose you though.:-( xx

  24. avatar
    CSTCoach | 23 September 2007 at 4:15 am #

    kickass! some great poetry on here lately.

    i love lines like this, the double meanings, the layers: “you fumble with my black velvet shirt
    youve lost me in the darkness
    and youre undoing the past”

    “think of all the free drugs
    that theyll give you as soon as you get clean
    think of all the sex once youre celibate”

    Isn’t that the truth! Reminds me of that Portugese saying, “When shit turns to gold, the poor will be born without arseholes”

    when i first saw the title of today’s entry, i thought you’d managed to turn your legendary sweet tooth into poetry. what would the dentist say?

    ryan

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 September 2007 at 4:57 am #

    great poetry indeed. i always admire your potencial. you are an amazing being. just great!!

    L.

  26. avatar
    eek | 23 September 2007 at 6:06 am #

    This one is sinister and ominous, but in a very sensual way. Very cool.

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 September 2007 at 9:39 am #

    I’ve told you lot about this before…a cool guy who had a great idea…a good while back though…his advice:

    Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

    Sounds easy…should we give it a try? This very small community could be run a few test scenarios for the rest of the world,eh?

    B.Bon


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