The Geranium Hotel Poems

I can't get over any sort of past So all I do is walk in the garden I no longer write any more words My shelves are already too heavy The city's paint is still wet And the urine is salty I assaulted the stars until the sun came up And I found myself covered in sand Brilliant ocean Your floor is covered in weeds I want to walk in your garden I write no more words Look at all those trees So large and happy to be in this heatwave I will give everything away The heat in my groin The lines on my palm The salt on my lips The light in my eyes I am the drifting club of haiku borders The motherless country of Japan I will walk through the garden I, like Rome, was once so loud Now there are no more words Just Bell-Flowers and forests Churches that mean nothing And walls that decay The past is the new horoscope And I listen for the plants as they try to break free

Casual glee So far out of sight In all those different colours But my bone has marrow Invisible Like halos and breath Here on Triumph Avenue Tongue against tongue Lip against lip Could I feel right In this rain Against white walls of school With hymns and crickets I watch the sky fall If only everything was as magic I listen to birds sing As my beard grows With the Sage goes to seed And all beings begin to shake However vibrations still Loss is given to the writers History becomes the new season Illumination is covered Could I be alone tonight? With eyes shut Here three feet off the ground On Triumph Avenue Needing something Carving my initials into the walls of a tomb Lizards doze While flood waters rage I need more words More symbols of song I can only hear myself I've found I need noone Here beneath the arches of ivory On Triumph Avenue I am probably wrong

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...

Hollow Owl where are you? Guys in the mirror- water in the hands Cymbals all chiming Crash, boom, cars along the road Time is wasted, burnt in the orange beams of sunshine The people are in their thousands Thousands of mouths Mouthing words in the direction of the bruised feet Glasses in the light Reflection measurement, reflecting distance Time and place and sex and spice I can pull apart the bread, still warm Dipping it into the oil Dipping into this loud planet With its ice and its forest and its earthquake I am dying to crawl beneath your volcano Colouring the darkness with the brightness of warmth Colouring the heart of life with my mathematics My code that chimes With the clouds that give birth and break With the dust that settles on the thundering wings of birds The clear wings of mosquito lovers You who seduces the sun to it's peak at noon And it is always too bright It is always the beat of beauty and decay It is always the hand that holds up the...

The boys drive the cars their mother's drove They have emasculated them, hardened them Sawdust settles on the lips of the men As their hair falls from their parts and gets blown back Tradition is a venture for the economically wise Everyone knows heaven comes at a price Fashion is an art that happens when no one is watching To judge our nature is to wish we were born in a future age Lost in a desiderata amongst words unfound The problem has solutions as we know and all medicines expire In my coma I saw the way to the long, long death- in waves The abandoned clothes were left for the cramping limbs As we watched the flames strangle the feeling, we pulled glances up from the ground And all the crowd gathered to take pictures of the black night No one could have stopped the recollections of the youth We realised nothing had changed in the tenses Nothing could have stopped those birds from roosting on the ledge The marshes are drying and the houses can now be built ...

Sandwiched between regret and some kind of love Where the layered leaves of autumn fall The damp stars all glide over such a mouldy moon And our ships were christened by the naked man- called Salvation Our Wisdom was king and we heard the sirens string section Yet we did not know where we could go that day We just merely sat there with frozen limbs and fortune was plagued by Nemesis Who could we seek underneath that mouldy moon Who would paint us as we sacrificed that which we held excellent and new Between that which we chased and that which we could not believe in The arrows within our compasses all pointed upward against our pockets And the string section was played backwards as the soft skin changed colour in the heat and light But the rules had been written by Salvation and the granite had been carved The dreams had been lost to night and no one could remember The knives were as silent as the saints, the angels were loud as they fell to the water As they rolled i...

Jesus, you left a lot of men to swim or sin Your thick hair cut by the shepherd's shears And when you left your secretary was at a loss She had so much mail to answer, so many invitations To galleries, openings, functions and house parties So he went himself, John, he went himself With his baby, his lover, in his tight blue jeans The first party was next to a basketball court The hostess was called Ruth and she had a strawberry curl She whispered to John, She held him close And she told him 'There by the Elder tree was were Whitman kissed my boy' She handed him a soda but he wanted something stronger So he fainted in fake panic The go-go girl handed him her drink to get him on his feet No harm in seeing double until the morning awakening The girl asked John what he did He said he was recently put out of work Due to the sabotaging finger of God's command She smiled and winked but he had to go He left his baby there with the tight ...