The Geranium Hotel Poems

All the possibilities stand on the cloud counters shoulder A great hope to be gilded and buried by the kids on the coast We could have helped the guy who was selling the pine needles But his hands were sticky with sap and he would have covered us too He really belonged in a book of birds and mythical creatures The fun stopped when we ran out of silver coins We stopped looking forward to sundays and started looking for new habits Hearing traditional music and learning poetry written by Uranian soldiers The soft voices recorded over the beats of the piano shuffle We know of the hero who believed in Albion and wrote of summer Who signed himself out of the army before the war was over Again you mention a destination and a bridge over a beautiful river You never learnt to swim, something you are proud of You have never broken the flat water or been seen drying naked on the shore Like a daffodil drying after the storm in winter- you maintain these are passing p...

You know I could hear you sing all night long Do you want to hear that I am still in love with you? I am And I know that your sheets smell of fever And, no, I don't feel to clever Is it possible to mend this? A scratching and stained Dorian Gray Heavy with the pounding illness heavy with new clothes and a malady or love New loves for you and the last post for me Let's just make pacts and pay the prices There is a lot of decay in this duality Do you want to hear that I am shy in this regard? I am The problem is the truth, and the distance we have to go All the mumbling fools that throws your words The casual thoughts and memories strewn and thrown Did the mirror drop and break on the anniversary It tasted like sugar, those chemical dependencies If only the crimson skins hid what was written on your skin So you think you are well read? And you think you can make up a whole new world? Others have done it before you You are not the original, although I do res...