The Geranium Hotel Poems

Grave childbirth Flesh will return There is never any constant sound I wait for courage I wait for our triumph There is a lion deep within There is a continent of blood A whisper Fresh rebirth with unnamed colour Birds and bridges Fossils hidden Amongst ocean and city I wait for security I wait for change and damage There is a temple for one There is a mind lost Family on the border Standing on the scheme Where is the church? The lonely square with lavender I am the boy with the portrait under his arm! I am the child who looks for the sun amongst the bamboo And the leaves move from left to right But the trees are forever going to stay Like the sky Like the sister Like the dead

I think I've seen your lips before On an advertisement for some old testament You've the mouth of a lioness Yet you speak the language of a dove Fame and Fortune will come to your door But only after you have been buried It is written on a highway sign In a state where the Summer is peaking I have a funny feeling That you know too much about me And I know what you keep there in your pockets Between your cock and polished rosary You see your ancestors in your reflection The rotten fruit on a golden tree And you come away with great lights in your eyes When you dream of the fires in the hills Can I hold your hand while you shiver? Kiss your fingers while the boats are taken by the tide? I will listen to your fever's poem And travel with you through the perfection of illness I've never thought too much of marriage And you have never spoken highly of love But together, we are naked under one blanket We are the heroes of high-noon, the brightest pa