Anna Two

When you want to phone, don’t kick the can too far, love is just a joke, trials are all we use, clinging to the spar, flames dance like fugues, Saints reveal their bones, then leave the door ajar, they have passion alone, we don't need a feud, at some crowded bar, to know what to do, drink and foam, our tongues going Ga Ga, we have no home, head for the blue, wave at the stars, get someone else’s view, ours is a part-time start, salted on the blow, other stuff departs, we circle in the zone