Ana Lee

I drank, without ceremony, the tea
In the shade a decorated bathtub
In a lake of shampoo

And I slept, like a stone that kills
I felt our lives separated
Aquarium of raw oysters

Ana Lee, Ana Lee
My blue lotus
Opium of the people
Perfumed jaguar
Paper tiger

Ana Lee, Ana Lee
In the blue lotus
Nothing new
Burnt sunset
Golden triangle

If she puts on a little dress
She immediately looks like a little princess
On a jasmine throne

And as I leave
In green tonic
In the country where the cicadas smoke
I left her dreaming of me