God’s Gardenias

Leela puts the flowers in her organised hair
Celia keeps her money in the sea
The mist is on the river
The drinks are on the bar
Pleasure's not a dirty word to me
I say: ’chat me no more yoga. Show me no more signs
Read me no more catalogues of all my crimes
The thort is flowing and the beast feels fine:
God's gardenias rain on me...'

Sarah throws potatoes at the lean yellow moon
Getting even for that summer night:
The sun was on the city
The crab was in the sky
(Sarah had a thing about the lights)
She said: ’quote me no more Horace
Swat me no more flies
Don't rely on what we try to symbolise
The walls like tissue -
It's a mean design
God's gardenias rain on me...'

Rosy sees the dawn in through her calm lion's eyes -
Cuts a dashing figure in the gloom
The Tigris and Euphrates
The Jordan and the Nile
Gush out from the corners of her room
So I say: 'blow me no more kisses
Scrape me no more bones
Talk to me of ecstasies of flesh and stone
Let's ask for absolution one more time:
God’s gardenias rain on me...’

The Black Narcissus smiles for me and mine...
God's gardenias rain on me...