The Geranium Hotel Poems

I tried to sweep the floors Before Noah and his team came through Pointless! of course The floor was made from dirt- Noah pointed this out to me I tried buying a brand new double breasted jacket Just something I could wear while the red sun would set So often there is silence But life has a soundtrack in a brand new double breasted jacket You can make love while smoking cigarettes But I can do it while drinking Champagne, reading Lorca and licking envelopes So often the envelope is returned Without the love re-inserted of course If the moon is full and you can hear the moan whatchoo gonna do? Turn left? Turn Right? Knock on the door and smell the mildew behind the wallpaper? When the moon is full and you can hear the moan whatchoo gonna do? Knock Once Knock Twice Unlock the door and smell the smoke behind the fire Ah! To be in this much deep thought, you have to be sensitive To be this sensitive is to forgive nobody Up comes the sun and down comes the blasphe...

When my heart is weighed against a feather I know the memory of all I’ve written will lighten it And the memory of the boy who leaves the bakery smelling the loaf through the paper bag The memory of Noah, who begged me to write poetry on the walls of his ark He paid me too much for my words There was no money left for the boat’s headlights Yet the sailors had cigarettes and dreams of soft skin Am memory of Saul ripping at Samuel’s cloak and Samuel becoming naked ‘The kingdom, you have lost’ he said ‘but me you shall have’. Memories of sore soldiers and blessed swords The memories of the last of the marble statues- the plaster of Paris’s design is now in vogue And the time I asked the the sun ‘How do I become a hero?’ ‘Who must I offend/defend/make love to? What offerings on what isle must I make’ The grandfather of me, he was the last of the Lotus eaters He knew the secret of man and dream The earth she ate him Death has no time for the past wr...