# hotel coconuts

A man waits in the shadows.
Empty bottles on the floor, Dirty dishes in the sink
He layed his head on a pillow of down. Kisses she gave him three.
There’s a whistle up above and people push and people shove
They carrie pictures of their wives And numbered tags to prove their lies
and tatters and hollow-eyed and high
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats.
I lean against the wind, pretend that i am weightless and in this moment
I am the darker brother.  They send me to eat in the kitchen When company
But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
When victory, Not my victory But the great victory Arrives,
As your bony fingers close around me Long and spindly
And the music on the radio, and the music on the radio
and the girls, who are tryin’ to look pretty
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
And the dark deserted stations, Restless in anticipation,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
There’s a hidden door she leads you to
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls.
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap…
how can there be sin, we’re the flowers in the dustbin?
we’re the poison in your human machine?
Death becomes me:
Hi! Have I told you I’m have a bad work week?
I’m having a bad work week.  I’m such having a bad work week.
I called for me a handkerchief To bind my aching head with
I called for me a candle And I called for me a bed
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; Ten thousand men that fishes
gnaw’d upon;
But you’re not allowed, You’re uninvited, An unfortunate slight.
In fact, it’s cold as hell And there’s no one here to raise them if you
Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys,
Watching a cockroach crawling in an old bean can,
OOPS! There goes my shirt up over my head, oh my
OOPS! There goes my skirt droppin to my feet, oh my
Oops! There goes my kids all over ya face, oh my…
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence
just bundle up my coffin, ’cause it’s cold way down there,
I hear that it’s cold way down there, yeah;
Caring is a bury gin shot The devil might steady
And all this science I don’t understand
Don’t think you’ll have to see my face again
Yesterday, I woke up sucking a lemon.

# hotel coconuts is sponsored in part by:  simon and garfunkel “a poem on
the underground wall” / jesse colin young (the youngbloods) “four in the
morning” / bob dylan “love henry” / bachman-turner overdrive “takin’ care of
business” / joy division “they walked in line” / allen ginsberg “howl” /
incubus “wish you were here” / langston hughes “I, too, sing america” /
pablo neruda “the dead woman” / depeche mode “dream on” / van morrison “take
me back” / cream “white room” / system of a down “toxicity” / al stewart
“year of the cat” / nirvana “heart shaped box” / sex pistols “god save the
queen” / nick cave “knoxville girl” / shakespeare, excert from “richard III”
/ alanis morissette “uninvited” / elton john “rocket man (I think it’s going
to be a long long time)” / janes addiction “three days” / tweet “oops oh my”
/ robert frost “the road not taken” / blood sweat and tears (laura nyro)
“and when I die” / cocteau twins “wax and wane” / unwritten law “seein’ red”
/ radiohead “everything in its right place” / + various others.  Title taken
from the Osamu Tezuka anime and Rintaro movie “metropolis”.

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# hotel coconuts – Douglas Penn