The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

here i am
over here
up at kh headyquarters
sumptuouus etc etc etc
evie is with me
chuckin’ a sickie from school
(why go to learn the words of fools?)
she playing with her magnetic doll
its very quiet here
except for my tinnitus
which sounds like a hundred tvs all switched on
all going wooooooooooooooooooo
(high pitch electronic sounding note)
so my eyesnears are both goin’
too badde
you woulda thought i’d bee more concerned
i guess
theres a funny thing
when yer young the thoughts of age death etc
are abhorrent to ya
now im gettin’ pretty olde
altho i wouldnt say im lookin’ forward to it
i must say it all doesnt seem SO badde
i mean
ive had a goode innings
thanks to vegetarianism
yoga
swimming
i m probably more active now
than ever before
god
my calf muscles are legendary
my mind is leaping ahead
of itself
all connexions giving and receiving
dis information
i am proud of my humility
(cmon its a joke)
i am such a lovely manne to be with
its almost unbearable
which is why most people hate me
they love to hate to love to hate
me
everyone got a different take on everybody
one mans saint is another mans dinner
aint that the troof
its all in the intent
why you reading this tripe at all
cos once i wrote a song you liked
out of all the idiots out there
writin’ songs and singin’
you liked mine
what was different?
the chords? the notes? the words?
nope
it was the intent
the intent to escape the mundane
even tho i have failed many times
i guess
maybe not THAT many times
my badde stuff is only relatively badde
its better than most others best
i reckon
ha ha ha
my olde mother joyce used to say
steven do you think youre right
and the rest of the worlds wrong, son?
and i was forced to concede
no mum it must be me
but here today
on this blogge
in blacknwhite w/ grreen headings
i proclaim
hang on a minute
no no
my my oh my
it IS me thats right
and is the rest of em thats wrong
its all so wrong
i dont even know where to begin
DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I
COULD DO A WORSE JOB OF RUNNING THIS SHOW
THAN THOSE IDIOTS YA GOT NOW?
could i do more damage than g w?
if so
what wood that be?
am i a worse actor than joe whoever?
shouldnt i be the no 1 at the u.n.?
why the fuck not?
cmon
i can do all this
and still knock off great poptunes for ya
gimme a chance
adhere to my creed
become my disciple
spread my good gospel
go to dangerous places
(hollywood, detroit, wstn subs of syd)
convert the masses
or die in the attempt
dutch peter
you will be my rock in the east
get me all of bronte my friend
nope you can leave maroubra out
so tell em
walk away from yer cars
quit yer 140 k package a year w/flexi-time
and bonus loadings
strip off yer suity
or yer smart skirty
and dance naked
to maybe these bouys
give flowers to policemen
and say
is this the taste of victory?
you know what to do
liberate the fish from the aquariums
liberate the money from yer bank accnts
and send it to me
i’ll spend it on the revolution for ya
ring pam n perry
theyre open till seven
waiting for yer call
tell em
i’ll have alf a pound of whatever
sks smokin’
if you cant afford it
give em the keys to yer 4wd
they wont mind
dress in paisley if you must wear clothes
im trying to cross 2 looks actually
the floral bricklayer
i can go either way
road rage
or
nut cutlets
try to be versatile
just dont change at all
i dunno
oh yeah
intent
thats a good word
but not as good as ineluctable….
what does that mean again?
i love you
you big dummy
sk

so im driving down the roady
i gotta my little family
stuffed into my brother jlks little car
we’re driving home from nannas
evies got tonsilitis
shes got a fever of 153 or sumpthin
shes sitting in the harsh glare
of the australian sun
trapped in the corner
hemmed in by baby bouncer
in her car seat
little evies moaning and wriggling…
now although the back seat has the full
brunt of the sun
up ahead
about a mile away
is the biggest blackest meanest nimbus cloud
spittin’ twin layers of lightnin’
identical everytime
like in a rorsach test
(or whatever)
two vivid forks of energy
thats gonna blow yer mind
and behind that
is a sky
emptying itself inside out
rainin’ n pourin’
the a/c is freezing me
my hands and long skinny nose
are like ice
(my nose is always red
from sunburn
or cold
my dad said i should get a job as a stop light)
but the back seat is calling for more cold
nk and i both fiddly widdly with the controls
im thinking
at least it cannae get any worse
suddenly the backseat is screaming
theres a bee or a wasp in the car
a big black shape darts around the cabin
everytime they all scream
my heart jumps up higher in my throat
and my driving falls apart
lighting striking to the port and starboard
i kidd thee not, fiend
we heard the zitch
we smelt the smell
that the air has
when the bolt has eaten up all the
blah blah molecules
our hair on our bodies stood up on end
then a peal of thunder…
a peal…?
this was more like the drum of doom
some quiet part of me
way down deep below the anxiety and hysteria
is going
wow this is just like clark griswald
as played by chevy chase
i mean
im shooting down this highway
at 110 kmh
the suns roasting the back
rain and lightin lashin the front
and a crazed bee
a sick childe
a carful of screaming ninnies
cmon
bring it on
we did get home safe and sound
thank you to all concerned
evies been to the quack
auroras got it too
and baby bouncer is
lying around
smiling and dreaming
like nothing has happened
oh yeah
i did my screen test
im in
if i want it
they want me to play
an english immigrant
who grows up in aust
becomes a minor pop star
has a minor hit in america
gets on ye olde gear
and is eventually redeemed
by making some goode music
and becoming a bloggstar

i dunno
i think its an unlikely story
i dont think the publics gonna
really warm to that
anyway
if they offer me
another cuppla million
i may consider
playing the twilight years
if nothing else is going on

apart from all that tripe
i saw the kaiser chefs on rage
as charismatic as a sponge
maybe i am just too olde
the guy with the hat
looks like a right gooseball

well if its getting to that level
it must be time for me to be on my way
i will be back real soon
with the real truth
until then
aloha
sk

baby
once i lived in lemuria
oh such a long long time ago
the cool shade of the temples
lianabound columns of marble
the statues of ra zeus and baal
untranslatable
impossible to recommend
or deny
the lemurian priests
with their oiled beards and their
deadly wands
they have charged with restless
and angry elements
and elementals
they summon ra zeus
in their mountain top shrines
none may enter
under pain of death
you wont believe this
but i saw him in the thunderflash
i saw him rise out of that churning
african ocean
five hundred feet tall
he fell out of the sky
as well
light as air
inside your head and heart
knowing what you gonna think
knowing what you gonna feel
railing at the priests
WHY AM I HERE?
the priests do their things
to placate r z
terrible things
beautiful things
they pay their obeisances
in a sumerian language
but not as old as ours
we know so many things
riding the wind with yer soul
impossible restraint
diamond like will
the ability to understand
and the understanding
that comes with knowledge
so many different paths
so many different ways thissa
coulda gone
the gardens inside out houses
tropics lie hidden in haze
oh the lemurian women, my friends
their gracious ways
nights in the junglestrangled darkness
what we did to our enemies
when we captured em
sent their souls screaming silently
to the pit
our beautiful money
too pretty to even spend
and the monkeys
outside
waiting patiently
for it to all go wrong
for the magic to bite us on the ass
you see we’d perfected some bits
but in other ways
we were just barbarians
see ya round
sk

good morning you crazy fiendss
well actually its the afternoon
guess where yer humble hero is right now?
no not either of those poxy i/net caffs
nope
not the conveniemce store neither
im in the sumptuous cool interior
of the karmic hit guest facilities
which the ceo jlk has flipped me the keys to
(oh no, i ended a sentence on a preposition)
so here i am surrounded by silent plasmas
and huge inset aquariums
with siamese fighters and angelfish
my my jlk what an elegant
but very zen
touch
the kh secretaries hovering round
bringing me soy hot chocks
and oiling and supplicating at my feet
my gold records line the wall
in all the offices around
the fax machines whirr and hum
movers and shakers lurk
clocks spitting seconds into the rooms
a view to dye four
you know the schtory, my fiendss
my restless creatures
my secretive vampires
my bloggfriends
coming thru the mirror
stay with me tonite
i had a meeting with a big important guy today
a powerful druid in the bizz, you see
he wants to help us help ourselves
wow
but fiendss
this guy is a very nice manne
he seems straight up
he says
i met so and so
from such and such
(fiendss insert vip names in here)
AND
i met so and so
from such and such
(fiendss, even more vip names here)
and i meet loads of big wigs
all over the worrld
and guessa what
they all love yer band….

so yer humble olde genius feeling v optimistic
about ye olde future
its funny fiendies
i meet a lotta people backstage
most of em
are docktors
lawyers
professors
big shots of some kind
i dunno
and i always say
howcome you guys like us
they always say
well who else is there except radioheady
ya know theyre right
if you got some brains up there
if you got some discernment
and ya like rock
what else do ya have these days
i know iknow
there ARE loads of good, nay, great
bands and people
i just listened to lambs “gabriel”
about 5 times in a row
cos one time is not enuff
for yer heart to extract all the loveliness
contained within this song
no no
yer right
there are good things
i guess
i dunno if the bads getting worse
or what…?
anyway
im really happy that we are appealing to academia baby
thats fine
we just need a few bricklayers
and a few plumbers
actually i dont care what you do
fer yer livin’
as long as its vaguely honourable
and it aint grindin one of my fiendss down
as long as yer donatin 15 %
to the sjk institute
for research into electric guitars
do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
talking of al crowley
didnt you lot get yer knickers in a twist
over yon magician
pretty good to be still raising
such a furore
seeing it was all nearly hundred years ago
i believe al was a good guy
and a bad guy
just like yer lowly scribe
he was capable of both
just like everybody
even you
but jesus
give me a million of him
rather than one fuckin cheney blair or pm worm
cmon
havent ya ever wanted to do magic ?
oh yeah
so have i
i saw mwp levitate a crowd in dublin once
with only a 12 string geetar
and a fuzz box
izzat magic
oh boy
i bet you wish i would spill the beans on my occult connexions
the mysterious rites i have attended
the beings that we invoked
im sorry my fiendss
im sworn to secrecy on that one
they gonna kill the ones who blabbe
on a blogge
no worries about that
youll pick up paper
olde rocker found
babbling and naked
inside pentagram
you dont fool with these people
theyll have you green
and eating flies
theyll bugger yer crops
and make yer kidss go crosseyed
so if yer get invited to a coven
or yer taking part in some heathen ceremony
turn off yer mobile you goose
and dont get caught taking any pictures
or
youll be hopping home with a long tongue
so ok
ive seen good magic
ive seen bad magic
ive heard tragic magic by traffic
(which is pretty goode too!)
ive had to do some disappearing acts
and ive soothed savage beasts
with music
(if that didnt work i used a tranq gun)
you cant just open up one of als books
and go
aha
childe sacrifices
etc
etc
you gotta dig the mannes style
understand the hilariously repressive
victorian
(read: “straight”)
times that he lived in
and the flamboyant and incendiary language
he was prone to use
yes smack got him in the end
that easily coulda been me
still could be
or even you little baby
cos yer born but yer not dead
many a slip twixt the cup n the lip
i dunno
i guess i think
underneath it all
(and some of ya take thingss far too literally)
al was onto some thing
but it aint my path
but id rather be a magician
than a musician
less rehearsals
less argy bargy
(except when they catch ya sacrificin’ bulls)
and better prospects
for early retirement
whatever whatever whatever
keep tuned
try to behave yerself
do something nice
bye bye bye
sk

good morning you creatures
1st things 1st
no i do nae eat the fishies
i am ambivalent on this issue
i do nae care for the taste
i especially disdain the prawnies
the shrimpies
the lobstahs
etc
actually once the chruch were in a restaurant in london
theres all these “straights” sittin round
enjoying their lunchtime meat and plonk
theres this big ole lobster sitting on a huge salad plate
just behind these captains of industry
the lobster lyin’ there dead
in amongst a big salad
soggy with mayo and oil
imagine
if you will
your good heros delight
when yon lobstar comes back to life
starts waving his claws around
flinging great globs of mayo-ey mess
all over the suits suits
and it took em about 5 minutes to notice
unfortunately for the lobby
a nasty little chef came running in
and beat the poor creature
back to death
with a runcible spoon
such cruelty
hey but those suits were heading straight for the dry cleaners

so no i dont eat fish
but fish are in another category ya see
they live normal happy lives
(i presume)
until the moment before they are caught
they are not systematically degraded
you cannot belittle something fiendss
with out belittling yerself
cmon thats basic einsteinian fizzicks
its also the law of karma
but
but
if you wanna eat the fishies
i absolve you
remember tho
just the ones with scales and fins

AND
i deplore the act of throwing a living creature
into boiling water
as they do with the lobs
thats fucked up
if you eat something like that
youre gonna be sorry
eventually

but many people i know eat the fishies
so i dunno
do whatever you like baby

sometimes when the chruch is on tour in aust
we would amuse ourselves
when we drive past a bridge crowded with fishymen
all with their cruel hooks in the water
we stop and yell out
LEAVE THOSE FISH ALONE!
you should see those astonished faces
ha ha ha
people just leave things alone
its a fishy ok
its “just” a fish life right?
but the fish likes its fishy life
it doesnt wanna die
do you really have to eat it
aint there something else out there
can satisfy ya?
compassion my fiendss
how can we have compassion for each other
when we butcher the sweet calves and lambs ?
so listen
i dont wanna keep this going all the time
im no militant proseletyzer barkin’ in ya ear
fucking eat what you want
see if i care
its just between you and you
nun of my bizness
if you wanna do that
keep it to yerself
but dont come here
try and change my mind
its impossible
i aint ever
EVER
gonna put that evil filthy stuff
it my little tummy
and fiendss
if ya ever wonder
how yer humble hero
look so good
can do so much
still knocking out big fat babies
getting better
instead of worse
dont you think being a veggie
for 35 years might have somethin to do with it?
ok
thats over and done

last night a huge black limo
pulled up outside my housie
in deepest nth bondi
at first i think
oh no…
malcys read mah blogge and hes
taking me for a long drive somewhere…
but no
on closer inspection
i noticed the initials kh
and a hand of god logo
i realise its been sent round
for my next recording session
at the huge impressive kh towers
in bondi heights
when i get there i am delighted
when jlk the ceo
says
i got some stuff from martin kennedy
to play ya
now
mr kennedy is the guy in all india radio
and big spaceship
he did that wonderful trk on khp+r3
i love this mannes werk
and hes sent 6 beautiful things
for me to croon on
ok we did one
a beautiful measured very mk piece
called eyes ahead
im very happy
remember where you heard about this first
check out some all india radio records
i think you will like this guy
his music is serene and poignant
unlike robbie williams
who is on the radio at the moment
mmm i know hes part of god too
i know he got vishnu in his heart baybee
i know its beneath me to critize and whine
but
fuck i loathe his shallow showbiz shite
go back to playin the fuckin artful dodger in oliver
your face and your voice make me sick!!

oh fiendss
this be a real mixed baggy today
eh?
i gotta say thanks to my deer frend glenny w
who gave me a nice haircut
which should look nice in the middle of march
good on ya mr w
while im saying thanks
thanks also to my poetry manager mr gn
and to my art manny and head of the sksc
ms hj
both of whom toil ceaselessly
striking great blows for the boheemian cause
and putting fear into the crumbling
“straight” world
as they boldy dismantle the fascist mechanism
armed only with words and paint
gn and hj
i appoint thee
knight and dame of this fair realm
boheemia
which is in all our hearts
arise
and slay the besuitted hordes
ride far and near
proclaiming
throw down thy brief cases
leave those fluoro lit offices
get out of yer gas guzzlin 4 wheel drives
that aint never seen a tree in their lives
cast away the key to the vip exec bathroomn
and give yer gold chain to st vinnies
put yer gossip rags n financial times
on a bonfire
as all over the world
the great boheemian victory is celebrated
with spliffs chruch moosic and nut cutlets
this is it fiendss
a war on wars
cmon
were takin’ over

whaddya waitin for?
i love ya
now go forth and multiply
sk

rise and shine fiendss
its a brand new day
wakey wakey
hands off snakey
etc
etc
and
etc
i dunno
i dunno whats going on today
ive done my laps
done my chi gong
its 10 41
about 27 degrees
some clouds
(uninvited)
have ya got ya blokk ep yet ?
are you stunned by how yer olde hero keeps pumpin out
them essential tunes
the ones ya always wanted to hear
but no one cept the cruch had the balls
and nous
to write
the burden of your expectations
weighing around my neck
everytime i pick up my guitar
everytime i set pen to paper
the need to come up wiv sumpthin’
you gonna love
cmon fiendsss
i hope you liked blokk
it was almost the best we could do
at the time
course its well over a year olde now
i could do much better than that now
oh yeah
and if ya live in australia
ya could be seeing us soon
other than that…
other than that
many more nice things in pipeline for ya
keep tuned
have ya credit card ready
watch this space
i gotta loada new bits n pieces ready for ya
how do i keep this up?
where will it all end?
an ever receding horizon disappearing before my eyes
vishnu telling me :
“create, my son
as a part of me , it is your nature is to create”
aint it funny fiends
turner
or someone
does a nice painting of the clouds
we all stand round and applaud
god creates a beautiful sky for ya
everyday
with real moving changing clouds
and birds
and hardly anyone even looks up
yessaday baby
i standing on my balcony doing yoga
i filled with sweet bliss
i looking at clouds
i cant believe i live on this planet
spinning perfectly thru space
w/ own atmosphere
azure blue
so perfect
beautiful clouds
i gotta stop and laugh
i thinking im getting better at painting clouds
but look at this
a very gentle reminder how great He is
lilac violet mauve
streaks of perfect pink
the clouds themselves
endlessly forming and reforming
into suggestions of animals
and fish
and enigmatic shapes
shaping my thoughts
right out loud
all the planets going round on their ellipses
the black space between filled with sound
and potential
if yer an atheist
just look up baby
you really think this all got here by accident?
you really do?
ha!
you not really looking then
if i am convinced of one thing
it is this
god is real
god is everywhere if you open yer eyes
god is love
god is waiting on ya all
just wait and see
chant his one thousand names
meditate
sit in silence
centre in on yer breathing
in the quiet ness of yer heart
you may hear a soft voice
in the colours behind yer eyes
you may catch a fleeting glimpse
seek nature
throw away yer gossip rags
avoid dead food
turn off ya fuckin tv set
be loving to yer mum and dad
they wont be around forever
be nice to yer kidss
they depend on you for everything
hug yer friends
forgive yer enemies
dont kill anything
you are made from the same stuff as the stars
dont poke around in the puddles
you have all time and space as yer inheritance
its not easy
but it aint too hard either
everyone got it in em
cmon
vishnu is already in yer heart
hes just waiting for ya to realise that
imagine
the lord of this whole shebang baybee
of all that is was and ever will be
and yet
he is so kind
he is living within your own heart
if you dont believe me now
you will one day
the proofs in the pudding my fiend
i say this
cos i love you
bye bye
sk

sophistry, my greedy fiendss
do ya know what i mean?
the way some people can try
and fiddle around
with a buncha words
until you cannae follow nothin’ anymore
or saying one thing
implying another
while actually conveying a third meaning
or whatever you like
i admit to indulging in sophistry
and when unmasked
i’ll take it on the chin
im thinking of yon imbecile
who writes in and says
youre a vegetarian for the wrong reasons
oh
now i understand
im a vegetarian for the WRONG reasons
like the cows would care if we were NOT murdering them
and their calves
because
a( for us
b) for them
c) for some obscure philosophic sophististic blah blah blah
cmon
this is sophistry
listen
didja all know that i was a debater
yep i represented the a.c.t. many times
between 17 and 18
you see
ive done lots of time
sitting around thinking of ways
to make 1 and 1 make 3 linguistically
using strange logic and long words
until a meets b or anything
you want it to be
heres another strange thing for yer perusal
talk about 2 people on a different trajectory
once, the nsw high school team came to canberra
they were billetted out
that means they stayed with the other team members
in their houses for a coupla days
guess who i got
malcolm turnbull
who for the info of the o/seas fiendss
is about 1 or 2 years away from being
australias next prime minister
he is also the richest druid in parlyamint
he has also recently converted to catholicism
and become member of opus dei
he is olde money
hes married into more olde money
believe me
you aint heard the last of this cat
talk about fuck democracy
i was born to rule!
and baybee
when malcy boy gets in…
ooohhh mama that bouy got his own agenda
he is so rich it dont matter
he aint innit for the money
oh jesus
he wants that power
he wanna wake up
look himself in his mirror
and say
malcy…youre are the p fuckin m
this is the dude yer long suffrin’ hero
had hang at his gaffe in 72
you think malcy intarested in davy blowie or marc bowl-on
not a fuckin chance
he musta gotta shock when he saw our workin class red bricker
wow
his dad had just bought him a pad in paddington
so he could have a little privacy
he was as dismayed as you could be
to be in the company of me
he was out in the kitchen with my mum
dressed in the most impeccable smoking jacket
talking politics wiv me mam
like
and jocie says
say whatever you like boyo
(and i was sayin’ plenty, fiendsss)
but hes going to be the prime minister one day
shes been gleefully watching her prediction come true
as mt has ascended the ladder
we always ring each other up
there you go mum malcys the minister for cellotape
there you go son, malcy owns the liberal party now

and his team walloped us
how couldnt they with guys like him
man this guy could argue and debate
back then
more eloquently
than just about anyone i HAVE EVER seen
before or since
hes got charisma
i hate to say it
but he did then
he still does
hes a fucking genius with language
he can have x equalling y in a second
youll believe it
youll be thankin him for showin ya!
he blew our debatin team back to the stoneage
he was a little annoyed however
afterwards
while we had drinks at the deakin inn
or somewhere
when the feisty and voluptuous joanna y.
who was the a c t s 1st speaker
she rebuffed his advances
nipped it in the bud so quick
he didnt talk much to me in the car
on the way home
except for something along the lines
how dare she treat ME like that…..
or something
hell i cant remember exactly
this is 33 years ago
any how this guy has the x factor
he is actually far more suited to the top job
than p m worm we have now
at least malcy is true patrician aristocracy
yeah you know the kind, richard and merrick
like lord kitchener or general custer
the “whats a few men type”
im sorry
malcy
at the moment im undecided
me and the fam were strolling along
in bondi a cuppla years ago
malcys givin out pamphlettes
jesus of course he dont recognise
or remember me
he gives me pamphlette
he expains his bullshit to me
he comin on real humble
i thinks
wow hes really changed!
OR he wants that job so badde
hes putting on this act so well
he later stacked his seat
(my electorate coincidentally)
he basically got a load of “mates”
(a billion dollars gets ya a lotta mates)
he dislodged the dude who was sposed to be there
its a bloo ribbon seat
hes in
hes a minister
he WILL be pm
and in the other corner is me
leader of his true opposition
the bohemian party
the ones who like
trees
animals
other people in other countries
our planet
our smokey
our music
we dont want violent unwanted progress
fuckin up this place
i dont need a fuckin mobile phone camera internet
ipodding 32 track sampilin cable tv
when i got the sky and the sea
if you think thats simplistic
i guess it is
i dunno
me and malcy tho’
ha watch those two go
further and further apart
till death reduces both our
dreams
back to pure possibility
i wonder if we’ll ever meet up again?
love on ya ya gooseballs
sk

ok fiendss
how are ya?
this ratio is disproportianate
i spend an hour maybe hour and half
writing this tripe
you fiends gobble down in 2. sumpthin’ minutes
baby
i putting in 30 times more time
than you
c’mon
what do i expect?
nothing…
i mean i dont know…
i havent figerred out what it is i need from ya
yet
yet i do this because some intangible force
forces me to fucking BLOGGE!
i am a puppet to my whims
look back over my life
you can see that
sometimes it leads me to something great
sometimes it takes me up a dark street
in a bad neighbourhood in atlanta
and leaves me alone
hiding in the darkness

so that same thing that made me write songs
when no one was or wanted to listen
only my 2 younger brothers
ever listened to all those thousands of songs
i wrote on my 4 track
in canberra and rozelle
my music was everything at once in those days
talk about an over acheiver
i wanted to write songs that were the best
i wanted to do everything myself
i wanted to be punk psychedelic proggy poppy
rocknrolly indy glammy seriousy weirdy catchy
etc
my fiendss
i try to listen to some of the surviving cassettes
my abstract model
inkling
estranged
electrical disturbance
sand and snow
youre my idea
featuring lyrics
youre hanging in the wardrobe
and you think that i cant see
sometimes i think i think i look like you
sometimes i think you look like me
i closed that door
please dont come thru
i try to think of something else
but all i get is you
youre my idea

cmon fiendss
did you like that…?
oh well
whatever
nevermind
anyway
as i wazza saying to ya
the force that compels
us genii and renaissance men
i got stuff pouring out me baybee
sweet jesus
turn off this stream of stuff
i got music playing in my poor pour ringin’ ears
i got words flowing outtta my fingers
i got patterns swirling around behind my grey
eyes
my poor brain trying to figger out my mind
hes trying to get a little string theory going
my mind is filling up with all this other stuff
im knocking out poetry
collaborations
songs
stuff
constantly
i cant get any rest
it doesnt switch off
its occupying my thoughts
you see i always hadda bent like this
a lotta people did
but schooly
and worky
knock it outta ya eventually
if i hadda job laying tiles
you reckon im gonna come home and knock out a fucking prose poem
not on yer nelly sunshine
i hadda little job doing just that fiendss
i came home every nite at 4
i put david bowie on the turntable
i fell asleep
my mum woke me up for dinner
i went back to bed and slept
i got up at 6 the next mourning
to start the whole thing again
i was a tilers labourer
we tiled huge just built govt offices
i was a sorry specimen
you can be sure
a piss poor labourer
i only had the job
cos of ian
my cousins husband
he was nice guy and he hired me
you shoulda seen the other guys on the team
when i show up for work
boy
i can see theyre real impressed with my
tiling prowess
hey bruno dont chuck those tiles at me so hard
youre cutting my hands
that one day i will need to write
future aussie rock standard
utmfw
you know the one…
well i guess it aint gonna bee a hit for another 16 years
actually they werent such a bad olde bunch
me and a guy called terry
he was from west wyalong
we went to a town called goulburn
or ghoulburn as nk said once
and me and terry
stayed at the pub
had counter lunch and dinner
(slim pickens for veg in those days and times)
we tiled goulburn hospital floors
chatted up the nursies
terry even chatted up the patients
i was neck deep in blokedom
how much more aussie could ya get?
i dunno
it only sorta half washed
but this is why
i CAN easily become that bricklayer
ive told ya of
in a dark and wonderful old record shop
in goulburn during that time
i found a copy of an album by
a group called flaming youth
id been looking for it for ages
it had phil collins on it
before he joined jenny sis
thick long luxuriant tresses he sported
on the cover
any way i was glad to go to goulbum
just to get that record
i reckon thats enuff for ya today
youll get indigestion if you have too much
after a little break
youll O D

goodbye you creatures
its over
for now
sk

goode morning you fiendss
how the @$%#@ are ya?
i was t’inking on the way here
some subjects, some topics
are so big ya cannae really discuss em
all ya will hear is the clamour
of a million people
all going crazy at the top of their lungs
or hitting the olde caps lock on the computah
THIS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE BUBBA
y’know the ones i mean
the war
abortion
minorities
majorities
eating meat
the “gear”
the “straights”
evolution/divine design
whatever
im an icon and an iconoclast
im the devils advocate
and im a silly olde devil
im a saint
and a sinner
i played most parts they could think up
im no sage, mate
im just an olde rocker having his blog
i dont say dont eat meat cos i on my hi horse
i dont say dont eat meat just for the cows
i say it for you
if i was around in slavery times
and i say you know
this is wrong
this cruel
this is bad for them
AND
us
this gonna end one day
am i a militant idiot
or the voice of reasonable humanity
i say now
i make this little predicktion for ya
for them that care to listen
and i been saying this since i was 18
one day the meat industry
will be regarded with the same abhorrence
as slavery
it already is by millions and millions
this abhorrence growing
more and more will see the light
we cannot live on this planet
and sysyematically
painfully
degradingly
horrifically
murder billions o dumb beasts
every day
and not pay that terrible price
get thee to an abbatoir, smart ass
yeah check out those cattle
dying
the bloodngutsnpissnshit
you still want your steaky wakey
see those piggies
hundreds crammed together
screaming silently
as their lives grind on
from one miserable second to the next
you think you can fuckin eat that flesh?
we aint talking here some hunter in the woods
a deer comes along
its been happy free its whole life
sure
it dont wanna get shot
but this hunter has to eat
thats one thing baby
i dont know about that
i dont live inna wood
thats never been necessary for me
i got a choice between clean vegetarian food
or some little packet
down the end of the supermarket where theres that
bad smell
(the smell of putrefaction …mmmmm)
theres little bits o chopped up corpse
from a variety of creatures
butchered up
how long ago was it murdered
how utterly atrocious was its “life”
is this what i wanna eat?
are you fucking crazy?
i not on my high horse
i just wanna share something with ya
that i grokked early on
meat is pain
if you want less pain
avoid it like the plague
ha
it is the bird plague
incarnate
another goose writes in
trying to get a rise outta yer humble hero
yeah sk
meat or HEROIN???!!
gee
i guess il take the heroin dude…
it tastes better
and its easier to snort
its like comparing an orange to a mile
they dont intersect my olde fruit
you cannae compare em
they are both so surrounded in myth
people, drugs been around a long time
a war on drugs….
ha ha ha
yeah thats what we need
another war
brilliant
look
i should know
i was on the “gear” a decade
a decayed
its terrible stuff my fiendss
you dont wanna mess with it
but i cant help thinking
its one of those things
that a prick like bush will scream
and while ya cheering cos some miserable junky
got busted
bush is in whereveristan bombing a fucking village
cmon
you know its true
theyre trampling all over yer rights
they got ya kneejerk reacting to the big badde words
HEROIN
ABORTION
COMMUNISM
TERRORISM
oh protect us mr bush from heroin
and i dont care how many you gotta kill

and im so disappointed in ya fiendss
when you come on yon goode bohemian blogge
and spout your masters propaganda
so fuck that
turn the abbatoirs into kindergartens
give the third world free dope
and let the fuckin animals be
if you dont like that
i’ll be waiting to fight ya
in the middle of centennial park, tonite
midnite
and bring some fuckin power boyo
cos i float like a kilbey
and i sting like a butterfly
cmon
bring it on!!!
ha!

you chicken!

sk

theyre playing janis joplin in the olde cafe
weird choice
i was once amazed
along with sum other membahs of the bande
when once
languishing around waiting for dinner
in the rest-y aur-aunt
in the house o blews chicago
(baybee)
this young girl about 11
comes on stage
with a band of these corny looking guys
and they start up
and this girl becomes janis joplin
BEFORE YER HUMBLES SCRIBES EYES!!
now ole sk been around
hes seen performances and “performances”
and even Performances
but this is like much more than an impersonation
janis is manifesting thru this childe
the punters around me go on drinkin
smokin
talkin
as if ya see something likey this
every everlovin’ day
she got the twitch
the hoarse broken vibrato
the terrifying scream
the way her legs went
as she hunched all over the place
authenticity my olde fruits
jj and this sweet possessed childe
i dunno if i even approve or like this act
her parents sit there watching
i guess they seen it hundreds of times
but it shocks me
and the implications shock me
of course people are reincarnating
all the time
but usually who ever you used to be
remains unknown
you probably rarely even would get a chance
to come into direct contact with something
that former you did
but now we leave behind sound recordings
it is feasible
a future version of me
accidentally downloads
a loada olde music
from way back in the 2000s
and he hears somethin by me
and he kinda wakes up to it

i dunno
could this kid actually be jj come back
beats me
it fucking seemed like it to me
and im sure the 5 pipes o the chicago chronic
had not altered my preceptiones hat alll
anyway
the kid was magnificent
however she did it

so many geniuses out there
my mother joycie
at a late age
realised she was a lawn bowls genius
(tho she still wont admit it)
she was in a nsw team
she got more trophies than the thorpedo
she had an innate ability to understand
spatial relationships
the parabolas of rolling spheres
and the energy needed for propulsion
im sure she was also good at drinking cups of tea
and having a natter
everybody a genius at something
i heard about a bloke
he was a genius at rolling cigarettes
he could roll up a bloody rollie
quicker neater straighter
than any other idiot in his local pub
this guy is a legend round those parts
a rollie legend
people would crowd around and cheer
when this fella rolled up a fag
(!)
seriously
then
his goode quack
says
little fella give up the cigs
or its curtains
little fella gives up the cancersticks
as doc says
but
now
deprived of his one thing
that one special art
that He was a genius at
he withered
and died anyway
of a broken fuckin; heart, fiendss!
so dont take mah blogge off me mama momamma
just let me have a little everyday
i’ll be a functioning bloggy
i’ll pay my taxes
raise my childs
stop hitting weeds with sticks
or making dams in the gutters on rainy days
i’ll polish my blundstone booties
with spitnpolish
till i can see my enigmatic grey eyes
in the patterns
the flying ants make
in the australian night
im glad you could be with me today
thanks for stopping by
yes yes mrs jones
hows yer berts lumbago
(mustnt grumble)
yes yes captn misere
i too saw bob calvert
one night upstairs in hamstead heaf
or somewhere
he read his poetry
i bought a copy of his book
he was brilliant
beware of sonic attack!
sk