Red House Painters Mother
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