The Geranium Hotel Poems

The wattle is starting to bloom Spring is on its way The willows have yet to turn So Winter will surely stay Light’s arch it grows higher And the days grow warm The mornings are still dark Night holds onto her dawn The bulbs rise so softly Breaking through the frost The jonquil is the first Looking tender, frightened, lost The wrens perch in the sun Then fly off in a flash Waiting for the wood pigeon To finish in his bath Let leaves of Autumn blow away Let the winter have its fun For if you listen to the earth The song of Spring is softly sung

Your necklace sat Dipping over skin and bone Hidden in hair Rising with your sigh Falling with acceptance

Sunshine on stone Take me to the olive trees On the hill Watch the boats Come one by one Turning the sky inside out Draw a lion in the dust A wolf in the cloud The coolness of the grass The warmth of your stomach The falcon overhead Distant voices The boys swimming Old ladies yelling at lonely girls Hear the song of history calling Shirt hanging over branch Summer sweat The mainland coast Blue and Grey and Green Golden song of ancient instinct Power Strength Breathing in air The scent of pine Sex and sea On a hill high Sunshine on skin The song of history calling

Oh this roaring It can not escape my ears For it began when I was so young And it has become a part of me An essential energy Orbiting my true soul And my hand it rests all the while Nestled on my groin Waiting for the ferocious storm Suited and exhaling Knowing it’s wants Exhibition of instinct before me I await the true gallery I coax the knowledge The untying of the knot For the world to be thrown against the horizon I want the solace of evening The comfort of morning And I know you all watch Waiting for a sign But the world is not yet ending The world it stays the same I look at reflections I look at the triumph of my nest And there is no definitive madness Nothing to define Nothing to overcome But the blue of night The stream of blood and alcohol We all await this new birth The bargain of tomorrow The knot that lies undone

Show me the new constellation The one for which there is no myth And I will name a star for you I will create the epic adventure Golden liquids and summer music Can you smell the blossoms of night? Can you cover us in the blanket of energy and light? They say this world is impossible. I say it is lonely With the unused factories and the lonely fire smoke I do what I can for you But you are searching for your father in Beijing Is he a Taxi driver Is he an artist A soldier or a corpse My feelings are no longer new to me And I’m old enough to understand I will wait until you find yourself in your constellation And I will look for you Late at night Forming a shape that creates a brand new myth A poem for the centuries About being lost at sea, about the kings body guards About a boat and a path leading to the forest I will write it all for you And girls will dance and musicians will cry Poets will be drunk Lovers will make the sweetest of comparisons For you For ...

Fish on the water Scales floating back and forth Grey clouds hanging high White clouds beneath A naked man asleep Drowsy with whiskey Strange sunlight on his calves His chest slowly rising, slowly falling The smell of wild herbs Smoke from the kitchen fire Sex on old blankets Lost on Lake Daff-Dilly Old myths talk of death The women think of birth Some wish they could leave The men pray on boats Trout stumble in their wake Drunk on the water's cold The flies were made by old hands The rod belonged to a dead uncle God I hope there is more whiskey The fire is still going I want you on old blankets Lost on Lake Daff-Dilly

Good Morning A fresh reflection of fog I wouldn't live in the forest forever Only while the Casuarinas sing I thought I knew the drunken friend I thought I knew my childhood self I thought I clung to memory I know I let it go And the voice that comes from the sun Is the same that wished for ice and water The explosions in my ear at night Come from birth, from death I can hear the distorted poetry The law of that which owns me I can claw at these walls I can smoke the energy away Nail the pictures to the wall Step to the rhythm The shy beat of the Romantic Wind Are you living a life you already regret Are you feeding from the tit of muddy water What do you learn from days like today What do you take from the night of the strange dance And you have to try a little harder To feel the cock between my legs And you see me get fatter, you see me fade You see me throw myself on the ground And listen for the penny to follow The line slowly walks past Heads b...