Anya Two

They say up your game, leave other stuff to chance, shuffle the remains, listen to some wounded song, time could never lance, find a need to belong, watching the rain, sheet down a broken path, this is how we fail, noisy crowds and throngs, butterflies and elephants, ridden by sneering narks, red lips and white lace, cigarettes tremble and laugh, time shows its other face, here we just bumble along, flying by our pants, hope to right some wrong, a drink my hands shaking, shuffle by unlit lamps, kindness passes unabated, stomach full of cramp.