The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

a hundred degrees the thermo is blown skyhigh
at this rate at any rate i cast my fate to the wind
its so hot here
i type wreathed in sweat
only cold shower is a relief but water is not cold
after a wily while surreality sets in
i sit at my typewriter in the 1950s
i am just another idiot on a typewriter
my feverish tormented brain pours out its meaninglessnesses
its so hot omigod i roast in my own freckleflesh
oh incessant type type type
what wild thoughts will come into my cage of words
i will catch you and stretch you with all these words
bent out of frame a lame excuse to be legless
wheres maymi someone suddenly yells
hes here doing his guitar homework
hes behaving himself intent on figgering it out
me…homework cannot help
my mind is unconstrainable will not focus does not care
if tonite the crowd screams n claps i will be good
if there is a crowd
please come if you are coming
please come and cheer and demand satisfaction
we will on here tonite
here in free mantle
just beyond the concrete tits on the beach
where the pebbles and cottages and art deco shops are
here i am pressurized by the age
a great stupido hodgepodge of things
awright
the heat has gone to me headspace
i type out my message with no message
just random blips on some screen
tonite don my axe
take my stage
sing a songatoo
strum in heavy light
down the pub
beer aftershave hot night blond men red faces pushing
music too loud my head is swimming
upstream updream up a beam of moonlight
pulsing thru these incredible nights
hanging on n on non
yeah anon
on n on

aurora born in america has lived in australia since about age 3
with only occasional trips to the u.s.
but her accent refuses to fade
she has native american blood
her totem animal seems to be the rabbit
she has read the twilight series 3 times
she has a very high iq
scoring in the top percentile in most subjects
she wants to be a comedian/writer
sk

the woofle is a rare type of pixie
sometimes if you see one you gotta stay very still
woofles can grant any wish
but beware they have sharp teeth n can give a nasty bite
woofles live on chocolate and dewdrops and rose petals
woofles are never easy to find
if you see one it means you are very very lucky
therefore please enjoy my woofle vid
sk

into the million dollar night
where stars doth burn
unto which all souls return
where the rivers murmur
of the silver future
and the golden sun
which blesses everyone
has gone to its pasture in the greater beyond
and the noises grow quiet
a boat approaches in the milky moonlight
that falls on the oars and the hands that row
neon hooded eyeline grows
she rushes through the rushes as she goes
in a cloak of silkskin and web
she walks with her wolf
whose name is insistent
at her side flies a spider
who talks down inside her
uni-fawn rider
egypt is agog
asleep in a hollow fog
i soothe the savage beasts that swarm to inform
and i wing the woods and dells
aye with my potions and spells
yes my dizzy spells you know too well
i faint as much as i paint
and i aint no quaint plaintiff with some mere complaint
the night is filled with music tho it be silent on your island
island of warm darkness feel it heal you
it deals you the hierophants hand
its real its rich its now its night
wander for a while childe thru that starlight
the boats have sailed
the light has paled
the dream is upon you again
that dream of another time
dream brother sublime
there is a new suite in the wind
played by the rustling trees which i have orchestrated for thee
the birds and geese the pelicans and the soaring albatross
the elves themselves yes
and the droning bees
(never kill bees childe)
may the west woods resonate there
as autumn comes and walks thru the fairest
still slightly sunburned by the old summer
who has now fled leaving behind this faint red
oh million $ nite
tomorrow all the money in the world
will never bring you back
so wander in its black
quieten your mind a bit down the track
midnight arrives in deepest blue
calling down the line to you
million $ night
all right

negative gearing?
nah
my brain lights up in a thousand white spots
oooh its gone all warm behind my eyes
all soft
all gooey in my mainbrain membrane terraplane
can you dig this gold?
can you silver my tongue?
can you understand that now i understand
no no not everything
that is not to be understood
it is unfathomable as the future we barely glimpse
it is as untouchable as the past that tears this present from our hands
wendy the white witch said to me
you should now have a staff
i said i thought that was my bass
no she said as she cut n pasted my etheric organs
she shook her head as she aligned the flow of my chakras
and made my little pingis to zingy
but my bass i protest
its full of all that energy and music n sweat n blood and
dont forget holy rocknroll that our loving god gave us
yes yes she smiled but it is not your staff
a staff? …i wondered
wow
gold screws of light descend down my spine
they return anticlockwise
out through my huge crown chakra
already half out of my head
it rebounds back down
clockwise
a gold screwing light as i am rooted to the earth
what does the gold do in my head
my minds mine
my velvet goldmind
lined in fools gold and gilt trips
man
anyway
thats all cleared up