Mother

The way the street looked:

Dim and polluted

So have I felt when I walked upon

The way the air seemed:

Gray fog diluted

So do I feel when I'm breathed upon

Ominous head spoke you ain't so good

Poorly the sow joked

Trashed and words muttered

I want to be mothered

I want you to give

Attention to my belly button

Mother

I want to have

Bobby pins stuck in my ears

And drown away the endless days

Ridding soon the troubled ways

Embedded down with a warm frown

In a wrong and impure dream

Anchored down with a mermaid

In sound halcyon sea

Lure me in her salt

Liquid canyon far beneath

My mother savior

With her goddess touch

Brushes hands through my hair