Kevin Two

Put me on the train, I can hardly speak, drunk in the rain, forget sunlit avenues, the roof that leaks, a straining crew, Liverpool or Marseilles, anywhere that speaks, not somewhere fake, I’ll see you soon, before my hair is grey, in your lavender room, don’t mark the day, when my crazy deeds, come out to play, besides you flowers bloom, love turns at ninety degrees, you sing all my tunes, nothing to say, who would believe, my legs are forsaken, smelling the sea.