The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

good morning you greedy creatures
hows yer life?
whats cooking?
here i am
back in the cafes
very quiet now
autumn in the air
the visitors detach themselves
go off back to germany, sweden, italy, ireland, england
yeah
i guess theyre the ones we mainly get down here
at the best beach in the world
now with its own tv show
and all the hoopla surrounding it
ooohhhh if i drown
or attacked by sharkies
i hope the hunky lifeguard gonna save me
just what ya want when youre getting m to m resuccitation
a fuckin’ camera stickin’ in yer face
as ya spew up seawater and sand
i tell ya
nothin’s sacred these days, sweet baby
everything is fair game
why not have brothel tv
the real life adventures of a crazy gang of hookers
(with hearts of gold, natch)
as they ply their trade in kings cross
or
the real world..junkie
yeah
follow jim the junkie
thru his laff a minute life
as he pawns his guitar, scores, ods
etc etc
everyweek you can vote fer yer fave deelah…
cmon
its a winner
or a bunch of crack addicts on a desert island
the catch
theres plenty of crack
but no matches or lighters
so they gotta rub 2 sticks together to light the olde pipe
hilarious adventures will ensue
nevermind
nevermind all that
i myself am living in the void
of my explosive rant from yessaday
my lovely bro rpk
he ring me up yessaday
he say
tone it down a little olde bouy
the feds are puttin’ the squeeze on us
mi5 and the cia have demanded to know my password
and i just found out
that dutch peter is really dick cheney
hes been monitoring me for years in disguise
ever since
“wear a gun and be proud
but bare breasts arent allowed”
cheney rings me up n says
cant we have guns AND tits?
sure dick
if that be yer pleasure
by the way
i heard dick was just yer nickname
aint yer real name penis cheney?
yuck yuck yuck
(at least it aint a rant)
oh my weary readers…
wheres the poetry?
i cant see any comin’ today
im in a frivolous mood, i guess
ya see
i been reading a book
about mr billy shakespear
and im thinkin’ maybe i cood be a reincarnation
of the bard
because they keep saying all thru the book
one thing about this man
he was a genius AND a nice guy
gee
that kinda reminds me of me
the 2 things dont havva to be mutually exclusive
do they?
now you ask any olde person
whos actually met me
and theyll set you straight
(but not “straight”)
oh yeah
sk …what a lovin’ givin’ human bein’
specially if they caught me backstage
during 88-90
or when i was jonesin’ for jazz
ov corrs
i havin’ a little laugh at me own expense here fiendss
actually it is my own expense
cos i pay 6 bux an hour
to type this tripe to you
(but at least it aint a rant)
i dont know who i am
i dont know what to think
sometimes i dont know what to feel
you have the privelege
of seeing me change
day to day
the close up unexpurgated workings
of the mind of a very humble modest
but completely brilliant genius
cmon
how many geniuses do ya know
now dont begrudge me my geniushood status
(even tho it is self conferred)
because ive already got one foot in the grave(y)
and im bound to drop off me perch soon
will it be poison straight from the vial?
lookin down a 44 in west virginny?
(where nk was born)
or some jealous husband
assassinatin me live on stage
at the leather martini club
in downtown brisbane or atlanta
i aint afraid of death actually
funny how as ya get older
death seems less an aberration
and more like a mysterious welcomin’ bosom
i aint fuckin’ afraid of death
but im scared of the dyin’ part
i cant see it bein’ a whole loada fun
but ya know what
if the bastaeds do get me
and they got blogges on the other side
im gonna give ya
a hilarious behind the scenes look
at the afterlife
boho heaven
or
“straight hell?”
sk

goode morning, blessed devotee
today im angry
still fuming about the cg
whatta loada baloney
whatta waste of money
whatta a completely infuriating debacle
i tell ya one thing about the fucking “straight” world
its a bluff, baybee
its a bluff
do ya think the imbeciles who organise things
know what theyre doing?
i tell ya they dont have a clue..
say
just
say
i’d been chosen to put on the cgs
do ya think it coulda been worse
if i’d hired a buncha acrobats jugglers dancers
gymnasts boy scouts pyrotechnicians and schoolkids
and said
heres a buncha random costumes
put em on
get in the arena and run around
willy nilly
helter skelter
higgedly piggedly
COULD IT HAVE BEEN A MORE EMBARRASSING FUCKING MESS?
what if i was the prez of the US fuckin’ A
could i have fucked up iraq worse than bush
could i have been more unprepared for new orleans
could i make more gaffs
be more ignorant
less travelled
less cultured?
the whole fucking “straight” world
is bluffing us, my fiendss
they do not know what the hell theyre doing
they never fucking have
hitler
napoleon
the monarchs of europe
the caesars
the inquisition
the Church (the other one)
the generals
the whole fucking lot
theyre all “straights”
they bluffing ya
they bluffing us
i tell ya what baby
you come and see the chchru
we KNOW how to play
we been dedicated to this our whole lives
we not fuckin’well pretending
we werent hired by an interview committeee
of more “straight” bluffers
we not having you on
WE KNOW OUR FUCKING GIG
WE DELIVER
im telling ya
observe em
watch em become ministers
about things they know nuthin about
watch em put on huge expensive ceremomies
for dead empires
run by and for “straights”
watch em getcha involved in wars
getcha killed
and then commision a “straight”
to build a lovely cenotaph
for our glorious dead
yeah you motherfucker
it was real glorious
lying in a trench in france
19 and my body trampled into the mud and shit and blood
fuck em
i hate em
the whole fucking lot
tired of their rules
tired of their news papers and gossip rags
tired of their aggression
i dont care if ya the ayatollah
or the prime minister of england
theyre all the fucking same
only the beard and suit is different
theyre bluffing
they wanna control ya
they dont love life or music or real liberty
they tell ya what ya can n cant do
they getcha involved in bullshit
they tax ya
they bomb ya
theyre are anathema
they are the enemy
dont believe it
dont believe em
do ya know the only unanimous motion in parliament?
a motion to raise politicians wages
they all voted yes
olde ugly bloated evil controlling lying scum
fuck your world
fuck your slavery
fuck your empire
fuck your glory
fuck your facelifts and botox
fuck your war
fuck your smart bombs
fuck your spies
fuck your meat
fuck your academy awards
fuck your cigarettes and martinis
fuck your taxes
and fuck your cg ceremony
dont try and ameliorate the situation w/ me
if you feel that im being unfair
if you feel like you could be
a bit of a “straight”
then fuck you too
fuck off
and dont darken my fucking blogge again
thatss it
i aint bluffing
ive had it with em
beware
im mad as hell
and im not gonna take it
sk
boheemian till the day i die

i forgot to mention
i kinda met deltra goode-ram
and the irish git!
aint you envious???!!!

killer

didja see me?
didja see me?
didja?
no……?
whaddya mean no……?

sorry olde beane
but you was on camera for half a second
you were herd but not scene
what can i say?
am i bitter
nope
am i angry
nope
do i have an explanation
nope, not really
is there an upside
yeah they played milky twice
thats not badde
there were one bilion viewers after all

i couldnae tell ya fiendss
we signed a contract to keep quiet
youd think i’d have a lot more to say on this
but i dont
groucho marx said never work with animals or children
i guess we had both last nite
what an amateurish load of olde tripe
it cost a fortune
and it was useless
do adults really wanna watch exploding wombats
giant fluffy things looking vaguely aboriginal
and loadsa kidss running round
dressed up as anything they apparently liked
oh by the way
that was the melbourne symphony orky
that ya never saw
and the aust ballet
dodging the fuckin’ motorbikes
it was the story of a little boy and his duck
(jesus christ!!??)
is this what sports fans like?
and all thru the performance
2 aussie imbeciles
complete with kim n kath accents
explain and interpret it for ya
just what you want
ballett and a hamfisted
running commentary
” yes sharon, this represents
the ingoo bingoo peoples passing on
of the sacred binglebank”
cmon fiendss
you reckon the aborigines like the commonwealth?
yeah
like the incas dig the armada

tell me this
how can we live in this world
and have our intelligence insulted with this tripe
day in
day out
unbelievable…!!
that the right honourable pm worm
is neither right nor honourable
the queen was bored stiff
the entertainment was like something from primary school
the people who put this on get paid the big bucks
to dream up that puerile olde toffee
baybee
i officially disconnect from the whole thing
milky way is a great song
the chchru are the best band extant in this universe
(except the arctic monkeys, of course)
the m.s.o. were wonderful
the rest
however
was a mess
and this is approaching
a vitriolic rant
and you know how badde that is
using up weeks loads of energy
in a short burst of pointless anger
so
im calm
im cool
at one thirty i will be collected
to drive to airporty
fly home to my little fambley
and have tea
evie gets on phone this morning
we didnt see you dad
but you looked really good

thanks evie starr
yer hearts in the right place

so now to ze fuchure
we are launching ultc soon
brissy syddy melby
we will be playing accoostick
doing songs off ultc n bwtb
the tix are expensive
but im afraid p and p
have upped the prices
and im obliged to pass it on to you
(jus’ joshin’ ya!)
yer gonna get tin mine
the history of the chchru phase 3
(the powles years)
plus a new live version of all i know
plus leverage
a shoogaysery thing i guess
we will also be selling ultc there
hey this is ugly!!
im spruiking product on mah sacred blogge!!
i only did it once before:
jlk says mention guilty tripe on the blogge
so i do
next day he says
dont do that again
its unseemly

go frigga that my fiendish slaves
everything is paradox
everything is flux
everything is improbable
dont believe yer eyes
listen with yer heart
and carry a big (buddha)stick
anyway
who on earth would be listening to my advice
im just an olde rocker
who happens to be a genius at a few things
so what
theyre a dime a dirty dozen these days
yep, the great genius glut of 06
ha ha ha ha ha
listen
i hope ya got some buzz outta last nite
ah ya know
i diddit jus’ for you
(and the huge remuneration)
i love you wallies
sk

sk wakes up early
not feelin too good there, olde bean?
are you hanging out fer yer endorphins?
oh nasty feeling
restless fevery troubled

its great having a mind like mine
when its under control
but when im sick or delerious
or anxious or bad drug experience
or
especially gettin’ off the olde gearski
then
then, my darling devotees
sks mind bites him on the arse
all the songs
all the words
all the ideas
all the memories
going round and round
a tornado of maddening fragments
a circulating mind of useless disinformation
torment
oh believe me
it is torment
here lies the little bit of truth
in that olde adage
genius is pain
(and sks in agony)
the hindus say the mind is your greatest friend
or worst enemy
depending on your control of it
but if i must control my mind
who is the i
if not the mind itself
you mean some part of my feverish mind
must detach itself and control the rest?
no
i mean i
not the mind
you see i always thought i was my mind
my mind was me
i didnt realise i owned a mind
you see i was trusting the mind for my information
i thought i was the car
but i was the driver
now i aint gonna spell this idea out for ya
too much
try to observe yer mind
going thru its antics
its hilarious watching it twuist and squirm
coming up with the bullshit
it uses to keep you enthralled
aint that so, donald b?

i told ya i wassa gonna mention ya
fiendss some of my best and dearly cherished friends
live in this city
im in right now
yessaday
i meet up with a legendary australian boheemian
if they have the word boheemian in a dictionary
you could put a picture of mr sam s in there
fiendss
they dont make this model any more
this guy is the real boheemian deal
he makes me feel like jeb bush..
i meet up with ss outside melb art gallery
tall and slim
hes dressed in a weird olde coat
baggy pants that are too short
and under a shirt
a kind of sailors tshirt
or something
he sports white stubble
and his thick sleek hair is
starting to turn grey
but in an amazing swirl
starting at his temples
we jump in his ancient renault
now ss maybe a great boheemian writer and legend
but his driving and his car
leave a little to be desired
the car shudders jerks and gasps down the road
ss is acting like an observant driver
that is hes acting
but the acting is taking up his actual concentration
im sorry ss
you are all right brain, baby
the whole episode is a comedy
of ss losing and finding stuff
his keys
his bits of paper
we go to a bistro
we talk of many things
dont try n bluff this dude
that youve read blah blah blah
cos he probably really has
and can quote it
i saw one of ss plays in 2004
absolutely amazing
if chris marlowe had written this
he would have been well pleased
it was weird wonderful
and
entertaining
as the theatre should be
ss my hats off to ya
in all ways
a true son of the revolution
a boheemian original
too brilliant
to find his own keys in his pocket
of course we met up with db
another handsome laidback gentleman
a real gentleman
a quieter more sensible version of ss
strangely youthful and calm
his presence i have always found soothing
we both still amazed by ss general carryon
even after all these years
with a final session of key losing
ss splutters off into the sunset
what a shame
he should be driving a jaguar
hes got more talent and originality
than the rest of oz showbiz put together
me and db drive off
on that lovely coastal drive
i have always loved
(reminding me of childhood holidays here)
till we come to mr simon ps gaff
a lovely sprawling cottage
with a ultra hi tech rec studio
and a lovely ramblin’ garden
complete with triumph herald
quietly rusting
simon p. is the brainz behind mimesis
which you aint heard yet off course
so you dont know how bloody goode it is
sp is another genius
but in the sonic arts
he makes it sound expensive and luxurious
hes one of the best
and hes a cocky bastard
quite iconoclastic
joined by colin
whos scottish and plays the keys on mimesis
and o m
sps missus
we go to a jappy restaurant
where i enjoy the age dashi dofu
sp eats drinks and bes merry
and a goode time was had by all
ruined only by sks occaisional rants
and outpourings of vitriol
when certain peoples names are mentioned
(a load of petty bullshit i assure you!)
thanks for everything
all of you
sometimes i wish i did live down here…

on to to day
once there was a little country
that had its go
just like they all do
from egypt greece rome babylon whoever
they have a go at empire
then their little big empire crumbled
gee
you coulda seen that coming
they had the fucking hide to treat
the hindus like savages
stiff upper lip turkeys educated and buggered at eton
coming to india
killing maiming imprisoning
and looking down their pale pommy noses
at the greatest philosophers on this planet
a sublime and beautiful religion
far beyond the feeble victorianencrusted minds
of the english
now im an englishman
so im allowed to say this
an upper class english bigot
is among the most embarrassing things
you could ever see
and the idiots that fucked up india
were no exception
this just one example of ye olde empire
we still celebrated empire day
when i was a kid
can you tell me one place
that the english went
that they didnt fuck up?
oh antarctica….ok…
any way now we got the commonwealth
(thats the engish word for a crumbled empire)
and the commonwealth is havin some games
altogether now: BIG DEAL
see ya round you crazy fooles
sk

elisabeth bursts into my dressing room
whoops sorry…hey, it smells goode in here bouys…
mind if i pull up a throne?

the chchru look around between themselves
were havin a bizness meeting actually..

elisabeth frowns
give us a toke and i’ll piss off
she undoes a crown lager with her cigarette lighter

i hand her my spliff
which is a blend of gippsland organic
and some bondi junction hydro

i didnt know ya smoked i exhaled

yeah yeah sure sure
but i get so fucking bored at all these ceremonies
what else is here to do?
john lennon got me started…
any way my great granny vickie smoked like a fiend
for her periods and that kinda thing..
stoned periods more like…

she coughs a bit
i hate the way you bloody aussies
do it without tobacco

tp looks up
so beggars can be choosers?
with his damaged nose he looks menacing

sorry boys
i didnae mean it to sound like a complaint
she stands up
straightens her frock
and kicks her corgi up the arse
come on you little bastard
oooohhhh hes such a lazy little sod

she leaves
before we have a chance to say anything at all
she pokes her head round the door again
her eyes by now red and rolling
boys!
mums the word allright?
she taps her nose and gives us a wink

ten minutes later a knock at the door
a tall elderly gent
sorry to interrupt olde bean but…

yeah yeah i say
cmon in

after phil has toked up
he takes me aside
no chance of any of that he says
touching his right nostril
and grinning

nah
you gotta go down the athletes village for that

he laughs and departs
oh one last thing boys
mums the word….ok?

sure you olde regent
except fer mah bloggy

sk
obe

you cant go thru
but we have this
im sorry that doesnt get you thru
but what about this
no thatll get you thru up there but not here
but it got us thru back there..
thats back there, this is here
who is your supervisor
im talking to him now
what does he say
he says he doesnt know
what can we do then
you can wait over there
but we need to get in
thats not my problem….

oh well
the land of red tape
rools n reguulations
hello im george the public servant
im getting paid more than you
to stride around talking into this headset
peppering the conversation
with things like:
negative
copy that
roger blue foxtrot
we got 11 longhaired friends of jesus
in a chatreuse micro-bus

we meet at least a thousand of these dudes
they got shiny bums everywhere
(thats what we call public servants)
hey the big top head honcho is here
he approaches us
we shake hands
hes a nice guy actually
he got us in for this gig after all
but a shiny bum next to us
says into his headset to whoever
i got harry the head honcho here at the stage
harry gets angry
who you telling that?
cant i go anywhere and just talk without all that?
the shiny shrinks away obediently, suitably chastened
a ha ha ha
you gotta love it
they got thousands of guys
runnin’ everywhere
all kinds of giant props
costumes
actors
dancers
performers
the crews
the techs
the volunteers
we run thru our number
ok im impressed
everyone lookin’ around
slappin’ each other on the back
tp sufferin nasty lacerations to his nose
seriously cut bruised n twisted
what happened tp i say
you takes my arm and smirks
you should see the other guy…
now i have NEVER seen a more patient
peacelovin’ man than tp
he will go to xxtra ordinary lengths
to be calm
even as chaos erupts around him
one morning we were in the middle of nowhere
in mid america
one of the states that begins with i?
we had just stayed the nite in an awful establishment
everyone was tired angry and emotional
we are travellin in 2 cars
tp mwp and roadies
and me and pk and tour mannyger
tp comes over to our car
he says wanna get breakfast here
we say no
weve eaten
drive on

he goes over to other car
they so no
eat
stay
we hungry

tp comes back over to us
we say definitely no
lets go
no eating now

tim silently walks away into middle of car park
both cars watching him
he screams at the heavens
FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!
then silently walks off

i wish i had his patience
anyway
i wonder if he’s nailed some ratbag?
attacked by a possum?
injured by a rogue cymbal?
i guess he’ll say when he’s ready
boy, that make ups gotta hurt
when it goes on that cut tho…

people
last night
this city was going wild
there were giant fish in the river
lit up with coloured lights
kids running thru fountains
warm wind
black hot night
about 34 i’d say
people everywhere
playing
juggling
kissing
fighting
strolling
ambling
staggering
limping
olde bags done up to the nines
reclaimed dockland area
now nouveau sparkly upgraded
japanese and italian restauranty
people eating at outdoor places
cruises going up n down the river
lights red and blue and black river
it could be anywhere
anytime
wild
exciting
a little sad
i amma lone in this big crowd
i walk for hours
exhilarated by the night and the people
it was lovely fiendsss

oh yeah i dipped my hand in the pool
its heated up like bathwater
nice temp for the germs to do their laps
whats the point
water should be cold
especially when its boiling hot out side
what a lame brain idea
do yer laps in there
and afterwards yer gonna feel reel strange
a word to the wise guy
choose cold
avoid this tepid muck
chemical luke warm piddle pool
but gee
it sure looks nice

hey guess what fiendss
i gotta go back to mah gig
we gotta run over some stuff
i wanna be denied entry
by some uniformed gooseball
and then see him shrivel
when the controller blasts him
for keeping the headline talent
outta his own adressing room
oh well
cant be two careful
now listen
all this is jus’ fer you guys on here
dont blabbe about this to ANYONE
just read it
and
forget it
don’ get me inna trubble now
willya?
discretion is needed
dont make me send round tp to yer house!
bye
sk
on her majesties secretive service

uh?
its sunday arvo
i look around
i am sitting at a table
at a computer
next to me a young asian woman
hammers the keys like a virtuoso
ahead of me
an italian looking family drink coffee
and discuss the stuff
italian looking families discuss
in places like this
outside the huge windows at the side
a blue indoor swimming pool stretches away
the ripples running up and down it
outside that
a rooftop deck
wooden floor white umbrellas
folks guzzlin’ cocktails
tanned and fit looking upwardly mobile
30 something wasp metrosexual yuppie elite scum
yeah
whatever
next
waita doggone mexican minute
this aint even sydney
i go check out the skyline
city and river
trees
cars
trams
hmmmm
that should give ya a clue
why am i here
bound to silence
sworn to secrecy
what does this mean
i retire to green patch
adjacent hotel
i smoke a half a family size spliff
i smuggled my own p and p mix
selected for moistness
texture
and passport to smoking pleasure
i come back to computer

this next bit is to everyone
in and out of my life
i know you know i know
whats going on
yeah its a little game
(sigh)
you do know why im here
i know why im here
but
i am bound and constrained
to leave you in the dark
big deal my druids and priestesses
you think i’s gonna be impressed
with this load of olde malarkey
yeah yeah
yeah
as wide eyed and naive as i am
in most things,
this carry on leaves me
colde
i’d rather be home painting music
its full of fucking “straights”
petit bore jwah
upperclass toffs
(IN AUSTRALIA, PLEASE)
old guys wandering around in bathrobes
yeah
just my scene
tomorrow
we begin nicenearly
doing whatever it is
frankly i have no idea
itll be a load of old bollocks fer sure
i’ll keep my eyes peeled
for an exciting behind the scenes
look at the “straight” whirld
yep
like lifting up a big rock in a garden
you can see all kinds of strange creatures
scurrying round in their natural habby tat
well im seeing it
its as dull as i always thought
its ….
aw shucks
you know what it is
and the room aint nuthin special either
its stuffed full of stuff
they want ya to use
then charge ya triple the price
the room has a cold empty feeling
i loathe it
i walked in and i was instantly lonely
who designed this room
ive been in bus shelters that had
more fucking coziness
this feng shui nitemare
in white and chrome
i overlook a bleak vista
its 35 degrees here
but my room feels like a mausoleum
cold sterile dustless air
window permanently shut
yeah
who likes fresh air anyway
i wanna be cooped up in this cell
a complete hospitality failure
i bet the pool water is tepid
and full of wee wee
i aint fuckein’ swimmin in there
after my sea pool at home
so ya see
luxury is a luxury
i can ill afford
but im gonna do my yoga tonite
in that adjacent gardeny block
one blade of grass means more
(to me)
than this entire establishment
and its ritual and ceremony
madonna comes on the pa
completing the entire picture of phoniness
cmon now sk
get off this subject

i dont think i can

more reports soon
i promise
but…

keep ya mouth shut
ok?
you know i love ya!!
sk
in disguise

greetings earthlings
this will bee but a short blogge today
the further thoughts of nevets yeblik
so much on my mind right now
so many things coming to fruition
bad news
good news
the trick (which i have not yet mastered)
is to stay even, steven
dont go up and down with this world
dont get sucked into the argument
ignore the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
last nite i watched tarnation
a movie a guy made about his life
cinema verite
absolutely brilliant
as someone said a few days ago
i have a song on there
a record i made hundreds of years ago
in 1988
featuring ms d thayer on vocals
the song was diviner
the guy in the film actually mimed to this song
i was very proud to be in the film
check it out
its heavy but its good
tell em olde sk sent ya!

i have so many calls to make
so many things to remember
times to juggle
meetings, deals, blah blah blah
i must remember who i am
i must not be swayed this way and that
i must not get angry with little insects
that pester and hamper me
failure and success
fame and infamy
rich and poor
loved and unloved
these are the poles that keep us turning
chasing this
running from that
people who used to idolise me
wanna crucify me now
people who wanted to know me
now they dont wanna know me
sometimes i wish i was a bricklayer
didnt have to hear all the praise and blame
charms and blues
be like this
be like that
dont write yer blogg anymore
i dont want to know about you…
write more personal stuff
write more about the chchru
write more about 1988
when i was impressed
sing this song
dont get old
act yer age
quick, relax
so many voices clamouring
i need to keep cool
consider my options
funny enuff
no one ever wants to fuck with me face to face
all the critics and criticisers
gee when i meet ya yer so kind and polite
only brave when its once removed, aint ya!
come backstage and tell me yerself how i suck
or piss off and let me be
anyway im trying to get above it
trying not to fight fire with fire
trying to let it all go
so much happening
AAAARGHHH!
i’ll see ya all soon
sk

this is harder than i thought
writing something everyday for your enjoyment
i m so worried youre gonna switch off
i know its not amazingly goode everyday
i appreciate you sticking with it
im so grateful to you
maybe i could slip you a few bucks
everyweek
for reading this blogge
im paranoid in case my numbers slip
i havent learnt to decipher
the figures and the pie charts yet though
anyway
ive been subtly experimenting with pentameter
well for one or 2 sentences
shakespeare wrote all his plays in that
it doesnt necessarily seem like it at first
or to our modern ears
but almost everything in shakes
is going
dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah dah
hey isnt that by sting as well?
so imagine that, ye literary minded fiends
think of all those great lines
AND
all beating in time
occaisionally a servant or some one
will speak in ordinary talk
ah the many devices
wordsmiths have up their sleeveys
for your pleasure
the rhyming schemes
the meters
the on a mat appear
the allusions
the illusions
the surprises
the patterns
the format
the love
it has to get back to love
if we dont love what we’re doing
why would anyone else?
i keep telling you how i love you
how i love writing my bloggey for your erudition
only
because love is no cheap commodity
ive been in love with words
for thousands of years
just like you
just for you
justice for you
justice hidden
there i go
as it occurs to me
as it recurs to me
i cant be bothered with all the games anymore
wasting my life playin’ meaningless games
jumpin’ thru somebodies hoop
pokin’ around in some muddypuddle
all muddled up
huddled
but uncuddled
what do you expect
this is erf, aint it?
any way i have ceased to pretend
fiendss
draw whatever conclusions you like
im tired of politically correct
im tired of appearances
this is me
who else could it be
my blogge is my mirror
cant you see who i am
im different everyday
just like you
i didnt think i’d still be commenting
on unguarded moment 26 years later
you never know whats gonna happen
or whats gonna happen to ya
think about that
if ya get a minuet
or waltzever
i dunno
there are all these forks in the road
of your life
never know when theyre coming up
never know when you gonna say
how the fuck did all this happen???
careful
careful with everything
a olde black gentleman
in memphis tennis sea
once said to me
son
go lightly
and carry a big stick

i have pondered this loadsa times
since he said this many many years ago
go lightly
such good advice
dont stomp thru everything
a bull in a chinese shop
take it easy
easy baby
ta det lugnt
they say in sweden
when the swedes say easy tho
they pronounce the z sound
EEZEE
as an s sound
EESEE
same with stars
STARZ
the swedes say STARSS
i always thought that this somehow
sounded like more starss
than our starz
i was always similiarly impressed
when some swedish narkoman
would hissss
take it fukking eesee man…!
it sounded like i had to be more easy than just plain
old english easy
if you know what i mean
funny that i was thinking of linguistics
while i was on the gear
back in those naughty nasty nineties
so there you go
im always on the job with language
always trying to figger out
a new way to turn you on
to keep you reading my blogge
so i can keep the ratings up
at the bottom of this page
i could conceal em from ya
if i wanted
then i could tell ya
that im pulling ten thousand a day
but i choose to remain transparent
no closets in my skellington fiendss
anyway
im changing my gig from the 1st
to the 15
give me more time
to have some guitar lessons
and learn the chord to my song
i cant imagine why you foreigners
arent swarming down here
to see this
god
im gonna be amazing
it will be the definitive performance
of my life
climbing to the top
of a hundred foot tower
i will dive
into a wet sponge
this could bee an analogy
it could bee you
you should bee there

oh
and
i’ll be seeing you

me x