Red House Painters — Mother

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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.