The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

i hurtle thru time
over all my hurdles
burn out my brains
endure triumphs failure
mitigate my virgin version
fuck i dont know
made mad
sanely insane in vein in vain
burn out my brains
oh extraordinary life
a shame you cant live it for me
wildly careering all over the place
hedonistic heavens colliding with hideous hells
one minute one thing
next minute next thing
things move around
my fender jazz bassguitar sometimes plays itself
my pictures incompleted
my mail unopen
my male
the man in my mansuit
he dont let up
i cant count on anything
shoot short films on my lappy
download your app onto my mac
wind down slowly with a blast of bile
ignore me applaud me adore me deplore me
move thru cycles of the moon
my service has been interrupted
my rapture a rupture
a sutra the future
a fait accomplis
seems my homage discontinued
even tho we are all liars and phoneys
private dicks
and one trick ponies
its 144 its gross man
its the most man
glorious host man
but
here i remain
within my suit
everything at my fingertips but nothing handy
flying driving arriving
walk on walk off
make em laugh
keep it simple
hit the notes
note the hits
call it quits
some good bits
off key behind the door of sleep
i weep n weep in my dreams
i wish i was more of me
at least they say as their voices trail off
a beautiful fervour has flavoured my favours
my column crumbled oh well columns cant last forever
tomorrow is here knocking at my drawbridge
i fidget in my suit of rooms
in the many mansions of the lord
where hopefully we will wander
re united in eternal life
beyond this dark place
unprepared to pay the cost

music by s n rp kilbey from gilt trip

pack up my stuff
stack up my puff
wheezy easy over just try to please me
mad as an ‘atter
mercurial poisoning
only eat one fish from these waters per lifetime
everybody actor
everybody child
everybody pretend
myself? i feign mild…….
yoga yoga yoga
improve
slide back
get old
older still
snakes n ladders
but theres snakes on the ladders
but theres a sleep at the wheel
the strap left a weal
the knot cut into my vein
my future momentarily bulged
my past gaped
my present made your art- gro fonda
my singing up n down gods coast
my appearance in the discards
my fruitful over trick
my dummy hands
i sit dawdling wasting even more time
there goes a minute
now ya gotta minute less
i’m up north in the trops
killer gone troppo
dont comment if you dont wanna read this
dont listen if you dont wanna hear
dont be a flood or a desert
dont be fire or ice
just
be something nice
4 a change

$teve o’k

open channel
transmit info
process reality
transfer impressions to memory
i am in cairns qld up north as north
doing a show up here as guest singer
i live in unreality
wandering around the town
have a cold soup and soy berry shake
its warm here
effervescent night
air conditioners still singing in the wind
my room is deluxe n delightful
i can see the quay i guess
i can see mountains n low clouds
the pastures of the blue crane
i smoke some primo jazz number
look aint the air fulla poetry now
i set my mind on random in my lux room
overlooking the tasteful darkened pool its night now
i sit here type type type
up here on the map way up here
my mind dries up
i become suddenly enervated
my legs try to stretch away that awful ache
the floor feels cold
the colours are too bright
time to rest a little
tell you how show was tomorrow
now i have 2 hours before showtime
night night

deep in the poets imagination
the streets of corinth still bustle on warm nights
merchants pack up their stalls
some empty handed
some purses stuffed full
some now too tired to care
the air is full of ancient rocknroll
some cat layin’ down a loada soul on his lyre
the last dying chorus of a play
a bunch of senators cross the square talking earnestly
in poseidons great temple a voice murmurs a humble prayer
other voices join in in assent repeating the words
asking for fair seas and abundant fish
asking for the safe return of their ships
the fat from a calf flares in the fires
libation of wine
offering of devotion
in the temple of aphrodite
ajax white fucks a black priestess
he bites her neck as he does his thing
i dunno i mean hes paid her and everything
but he doesnt understand a word shes saying
and she says plenty
in some outlandish tongue summoning the goddess of love
to come and feed on this lust which she commends
into her hands
old venus eternally young
eternally pink and rosy and shapely and comely
with her pale nipples and her dark places
weakest yet most powerful of all
she comes hurrying away from cytherea
she comes gathering her clothes around her
she comes all around them in points of light
she comes in the milky opalescence of the ancient stars
she comes in the sudden hum in the dome
she comes in the wavering candles and dancing shadow
she comes in the movement of the lovers
she comes through the ether tho she be many leagues away
she comes down the ages wearing her one thousand and one names
she comes laughing and smiling
she comes blushing like the youngest maid
she comes uttering lewd words
she comes among men and they think they are in some heaven
ajax white lies there exhausted
fuck! he says
the priestess pours more nepenthe
and they both sip thoughtfully as night deepens around the city
fuck! he says again
as he lies back
and closes his eyes
forever

you think you dont remember but you remember
we 2 in a million
oh we died and died and died
your breath spearman fresh
your limbs oiled and coiled
your weakness on display like bait
luring out those cowards whom you lay in the dust
fragrant flames burning in your tent
tiny altar to your mother the nymph
your horses snort
your golden arc
your kissing lips
moon on your fingernails
night soothes your glowing temper
yes drown in drink
go down in your amphorae
some woman screams somewhere in the camp
you spit and you frown
glory doesnt feel so fucking glorious
your planets trine in the skies
but youre never going home
z comes to you in a dream
he is huge
he thunders in your head
he roars in your sleeping ears
he flashes before you
handsome powerful arrogant careless
one word he says
fight
fight
fight!
a startled awakening
where are we ? you ask
the sea still at our backs
the beaked ships heaved up on the beach
the star of arcturus blazes on
seabirds squabble in the darkness
men singing shouting laughing groaning
coldness of desolate dawn as eos roams the reddening vault
more wine for breakfast
you pick scabs of blood from your long blond hair
the trojan sun has rendered you dark
you appear like a god in negative
ignore the chafe of the armour
ignore the smell of deadmen and donkey piss
ignore the blisters
ignore the bruises and cuts
ignore the idiots in charge of this fiasco
ignore your old father waiting at home who’ll never see you again
ignore the auspices
ignore the omens
ignore the sybil with her writhing tongue
but
dont ignore me
today may be the day
and even as i wait for you down here
i fade away
i fade away

soft silver lanolin
i am returned unto this hour
the voyage over
the futile quest
the world which would not change
whispers a name
proceed with caution
objects appear in mirrors momentarily
athene comes to me in dream
as the morning words are gone
the sails blow slack
while line tautens in the sea
some deep monster has taken up my hook
no the giants are all storied
the virgins in sin all oiled
roll out my barrel of barbaric barbs
the men plot mutiny
i hear them in their graves ever softly prosper
those long haired boys with their fine white muscles
slayers of women
wine stagger straddle loot loop strip ram stealer lamb
the wolves in the pines
the lions down in nubia and namibia
the ships becalmed in distant triangle
i speak atlantis name in solemnity though i be drunk on sea
sea fills my lungs my halls my walls my institutes and brothels
sea in my heart in my market place sea in my laboratories
sea in my my observatories
all i see is sea
we are the ones outside and all divided
i smoke up a hags philtre
i go down to underworld on my knees on my yellow belly
i go down through the chasmic crack into sheer black
no light no nothing for your hero o you should weep
hand me my sword i scream out
my kingly voice now an echo of itself
sounding old and phlegmy in this vacuum of nothing
i stumble round trying to grasp my eel like enemies
vicious vipers gnaw gnaw gnaw
there is nothing there
i rip at my flesh where the itch is burnt
the sun beats down my sandals have fallen asunder
over exposed and underdone
the mutineers reveal themselves
armed with spears and clubs
you scurvy fucking rotten lowlife sons of bitches!
i lunge baby i lunge
my scimitar sings in the air as i leap and whoop
just like the old days baby when i was young again
but no
i am mistaken
there is no enemy
there is no scenery
there is no snow and no greenery
my ship is wrecked
the sharks even recoil in horror
my anchor wrapped around gibraltar
crew carousing in the bars along the styx
a whole in the net the minnow tore
doomed to remember too late
goddamn surgeon stitched me up
here drink this he said handing me wine
i howled as the needle flooded my head
ajax white must have got it wrong
the hyperborean stuff jetstreaming into aetherea
steady as she goes i bellowed through the storm
there was no storm
the ship danced across a glittering sea of tiny scales
our holds groaned with plundered booty
the cream of olympus gushes in thy soup
as captain as hero i remained aloof
the men crazed on mermaid
i studied the stars that rushed through the skies
i conquered my urges by indulging my selves
weary finally
ashore washed up
i lay in tidal pools with all my gold
unspent
nothing seems to keep me awake
night hovers above as if awaiting instruction
the bed room is darkening warm
along the briefest corridor
a door opens into a roof
in the silence a hand touches your face
you never know who it is
you never know who it is