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left of center
it was a back street woman
she kept a shop by the docks
hauling wishes for the masses
she shot through the questions of parthenon, camelot
selling baubles and bangles to what passes
moonshine in the winter
starshine in the summer
everybody waiting to, to have discovered
what they discovered
behind her house was a white hot shady spot
far back on the island
it was a carnival of narcotics and soda pop
local characters would file in
her eyes were a riot of cold cream and flower pots
selling trinkets to the tourists
she had a million things that nobody would ever want
not the richest not the poorest
she crawls through the backstreets
beside the docks
it is you that she's after
she is the queen of the radiant
old dreams, local cops
faster, faster, faster, faster
