the way the street looked

dim and polluted

so have i felt when i walked upon

the way the air seemed

grey 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