There was that daisycutter mouth
Where children played
To the rules of the ante-bellum south
To the rules of the ante-bellum south
More the brushing the teeth
Than the drying of her tears
Was she
More than life
The boxing of cowboy boots boxed carefully
She’d gone with an oyster-man’s knife
Under the dry-tonguèd sounds of that seaside town
Memories of others and dreams of broken brothers
Populated with dry-lungèd doctors and secretaries
That bet ponies at the track.
Was she
More than life
She’d gone with an oyster-man’s knife
Under the dry-tonguèd sounds of that seaside town
Memories of others and dreams of broken brothers
Populated with dry-lungèd doctors and secretaries
That bet ponies at the track.