so many in here
fighting for space
pleading their case
i am just one survivor
i am just a’jostlin’ to be heard
i am an aspect of a composite
that complex and brilliant machine
that had come to be known by the symbols “sk”
on this plane
on this particular plane only
didja think it was the only one
you see tomorrow nite will be played out
in a million newt towns
in a million conjuctions
in a million combinations
all those songs
all slightly different to the ones next door
the upgraded moment
almost was you
yonder the milky weigh
stephen kilby did you write these songs
aye m’lud
were you aware of the similarity between these songs
and the claimants work?
specifically
mr stefan killbees
under the milk and whey
mr s kilbouys
urdu, the milks on its way
and( an unlikely one, this)
mr steven kilbeys
under the wilky may

my honour
i rest my case…….

i can just do anything here

ha
ha
leave great spaces of blanks….

or anything
i can say anything i like
so having that great freedom
IS
paradoxically crippling me
i know what you want to hear
I AM UNABLE TO SAY IT
i know what you want to see
I AM UNABLE TO SHOW YOU
i know you want an end to the gratuitous swearing
SHUT THE FUCK UP
please sk (if it is you)
how will the newt town be
will ya wear ya white clothes as usual?
what does it mean, the white……?
what songs will you do…..anything new…or the same old bunch?
will you be trying any dazzling new dance steppes in your “unbassed” sequences
will you be inviting select fans up to sing maudlin renditions of your most
famous hits
will you be dematerializing the baby elephant from metropolis vid
and making hundred dollar notes rain down??
c’mon sk tell us everything….
a slight pause
hit the refresh button
take a glass of vino
make a fuckin fire, mon
sk is about to talk
sk is about to tell all
will the real sk please stand up…
ok ok thats him
i recognise him, its ok
sk?
SK?
oh…..SK!!!!