The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

titanium obrien

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writhing snake head of storm

the gushing wind

the burning water droplets fallen from the skys fire

the barbarian night finds me sworded

the tawdry lord of castled tower blocked shadow sun

liege lady linger in fading light

the evaporation and condensation of sweet love

arrow winged words piercing hold of desire

a stars gravity has sucked you in

you never pay because its a free fall

crumbled civilization ground down into powder

the one who screams truth is the biggest liar

god inside you think of it

yoga or magic

both have a secret agenda

suddenly you break into another realm

the morning will be a bitch but thats how it is

the night approaches in black cloaked immunity

invisibly slipping between dream sheets my etheric body

the red flash within a dark space

the heart pumps hot ichor round beyond all eyes

travelling faster than speed

hurtling out of nowhere and then gone

life in disguise

life in the canopy

life in charge

life mysterious and fragile

life as it is on earth

saturated blah

however tomorrow may come

here it is still now

the clocked toll beat understands the momentary loll

my factory mind bashed out phrases

like a bad fix on the veneer of some thunderbirded rod

the falcon swings through the eastern streets

the sky is irradiant and inflammable

i crash and burn in the leaf that spirals around in the non wind

a mention of forever quickly and forever is gone

it cannot be reached or apprehended

my beastly auto crashed the gear in the grinding traffic

we were stuck in a car with the stuff

nd someone jammed a needle on my favourite track

in the snow and wilderness of a huge graveyard outside stockholm

in a stolen car outside a factory by the train tracks

everybody arguing everybody complaining

everybody quiet in the wake of a white shot

i look out the window at an endless winter

the radio plays something faintly

there was another life somewhere else

people lived in the sun and surfed the aquatic billows

but i was sitting here forever in the stolen car

there was no movement

behind my eyes a warm universe had opened up

behind that universe

lay incredible certainty and safety

beyond the snow and the trains

it got cold in the car but we just sat there

in the softest snowflakes that melted in invisible implosion

as they came into contact

it was just before lunchtime

perhaps it was tuesday

the slow shudder of the tracks

the distant planets pulling on me since birth

head opened so help me

voice muted dampened inside your ear

intrepidly saying almost nothing

except maybe

listen!

illuminations

unable to align it or even define it the mechanical centre soft inside the rising sun moments of your life seem like a joke i smoke another broken bone just another bloke on the phoney i moan and i groan within my stone one month into winter i am isolated within think tank i hear so much talk about jesus i suppose he is walking about somewhere in the morning i am strong but as evening comes on i grow weaker and weaker the night is an arrow a leak in a sleeker beaker god the great scientist cooking it all up we made up some stupid rules that dont mean nothing i got a parking ticket at my own funeral dont suppose i have to pay it now the damn lamb of man the lion of aether heaven admit me and no readmission i petition saint peter who lives within the vegetal and call upon our lady among the aquatics dearest krsna who loves the sweet cows lady of the ache in greenest eire land my sister kathy trapped within another world gorgeous light of mahayana right the great vehicle which ushers us all through that beautiful door that door somewhere leading you back to somewhere you get on a bus one day or you walk away from school impatient like gazelles in holding cells apart the elegant element of mercury quicker and yet still dead excepting everything that still lives will swear a pledge to bring me back that giantess would not weep for my five hundred sins upon a salt encrusted rock outside a cave i smuggled stuff befuddled i am the man you see everyday at the shore oh my children gather round me each an enchantment some genie has blessed me in spades they say but now my drabness drowns me in grey my glib tongue falters like a poultice in my mouths wound my dangling limbs akimbo will we know the difference between nirvana and limbo..? but now sleep beckons and a dreamy oblivion i will spend on the run as the thing pursues me relentless ever vigilant in some crimson chamber within

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out of shadows

the dank dirt dealt in darkness

the seething propensity of city by the sea

oozing floozies and floorshow flesh home

the taloned and fanged furies following on

disjointed unannointed disappointment

corrosive explosive surge of traffic baffling the bends

the full stop of propellors in the too thick air

they never will land anywhere

jelly and lamb as sick as i am

i force you to main course i do

divorced in corsica or something formless let me see

the doggerel biting ankle deep in steeped tea

the spirit of lucien set free

i’m a little bigshot from the CBD

with my stripe tie die as i try i never seem to

its the idiomatic lie that i ever dream to

concrete bunker hunker down who’d have thunk it?

they can just print more money …cant they..?

just gone noon

i am the sweet child in timebeing yeblik

i awake and its sunday and i live on a sphere

rushing round a star

all lost in deep space miles from anywhere

i awake to a world of pain and fear

wars and killing

a pox on both yer slaughterhouses

god if we all wanted it…

god what if we all really wanted it?

the end of suffering and the reduction of all anxieties

money at the bottom of all of it

i didnt want to believe it my goslings

i didnt want to believe it but why else the killing?

the killing of man beast bird

the lifetimes of tortures for an epicurean plate

no obscenity is too much

we are back in ancient rome my friends

god god god

you say speak through me

but when i run to you for a loan…

god why do you permit us

to permit all this?

the girls hanging from a tree

the surprise of the newly skinned dog still living

the crafty dirty wars and their sickness of heart

money money money

god stretch out your infinite hand

god envelope this mutilated earth in your mercy

some have had enough

in our idiocy they mumble atheism and science

injecting shampoo in some bunny’s eye

airstrikes on some foreign city

mine blowing off some kids leg

i invoke you seriously today

let there be an end to the killing

cant you feel it all around you my readers and my pets..?

the unholy miasma of killing killing killing

no one has the authority

no stupid book

no cooked up rationale

its all wrapped up together

barbarian in a suit knows not what he does

chicken nuggets holocaustic nightmare

dealers in agony and filth

purveyors of finest wars and meat shot

trophy gunslinger blew away giraffe

bees all leaving silently

god where are you today?

someone explained to me once your non interventionist scene

but for one day  could you manifest some peaceful miracle

close down slaughterhouse

end war

let the good prevail

and let the bastards who deserve to be, get punished

whatever that means

not everlasting hell

but tell them its time for killing to stop

bring everyone home

set all creatures free

theyre not dumb we just cant understand em

its all gone wrong

let mercy and forgiveness descend into today

swirled into this world

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Steve Kilbey has joined PETA as their new celebrity spokesman and is supporting their cause to free Mali the elephant. Mali has spent 37 years at the Manila Zoo in a small concrete pen without another elephant for companionship. In spite of a presidential directive ordering that Mali be considered for transfer, the Manila Zoo is doing everything that it can to delay Mali’s transfer.

PETA Asia has secured a place for Mali at a sanctuary that will let her have acres in which to roam, rivers to bathe in, fresh vegetation to eat, foraging opportunities, the company of many other elephants and the care of elephant experts 24 hours a day. All we need is your signature at the below website, and maybe a share amongst your friends. Mali could use some help.

For more information go to: http://www.freemali.com/