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 ear 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