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.