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Barker

She had a face like a horse-drawn carriage

And eyes wider than most seas

She played music that’d get you spinning

But wouldn’t disturb the trash beneath your feet


She showed little reverence for the carnival

And even less for the priest

She had a bed made in a grove of hemlock

And a tight chest filled with disease


She swam against the mighty Mississippi

And feasted on lonesome stars

She festered in your mouth like cancer

And regaled the mountains with her scars


She ignored the clocks on the walls

And suffered fools like the rest

She’ll say it’s midnight and devils she loves

But there’s nothing she loves best


There are visions of her and winds moaning like her

There are tiger stripes and sculptures that look like her

There’s blood that calls and trees that warn of her

And there’s nothing else

Nothing else that can come close to her


She ignored the clocks on the walls

And suffered fools like the rest

She’ll say it’s midnight and devils she loves

But there’s nothing she loves best


There are visions of her and winds moaning like her

There are tiger stripes and sculptures that look like her

There’s blood that calls and trees that warn of her

And there’s nothing else

Nothing else that can come close to her

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