The Geranium Hotel Poems

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...

Rocket toothpaste on our lips and Stupid, Sour Cupid scratches at the window Guns explode within the closet and we rush for the sea side Where the liquid foundations are chemical floorboards Ready to melt beneath our grasping, gasping forms Here we lie in merit and honour- lost in what is seemly delight Here behind lies of dead ancestors and the costumes of yesterdays flash Do you believe? are you a believer in the dreamers and cloud counters? Do you walk the sodden carpets to where the door stands ajar? Allowing darkness to be the metaphor for Hephaestus' extinguished flames Things here are tight and things here are stretched Like a root bound elm tree forcing its way through rock and pavement We are the lovers and the swearers and the stained cigarette smoke Moaning and moping through streets unthought of Where great dead men bow down to the poets and the naked soldiers Hairy chests are combed by the winds from arrows And we all feel alive as a melody is plucked...