The Geranium Hotel Poems

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...

The cabinets are full of medicine The schools are full of books The ink is fresh upon the ribbon Safety should be on the lips of all the boys! I heard the church resound with prayer I tasted the tea sweet with sugar I saw the cloud break with light Safety should be in the dreams of all the boys! The streets are empty of dogs so vicious The alleys empty of thieves so cunning The copses empty of vagrants wandering Safety should be the chant for all the boys!             What is medicine when the disease is in the heart and cock? Your books teach nothing of love or the damp embrace of the curve  Ink shall always dry upon the ribbon, like water on the hot rock Safety is hell when love is vacant  We will pin the rosemary to our chests and burn your church to the level of the grave We will taste the sweetness in the kisses of one another in the morning of these new days The clouds can be dark, the clouds can be light, it ...