This is one I'd love to do a little more with but must move on! Dreams weekly challenge.
Mother was a stranger
slippin through the weeds
days when the light sleeps
the basement of an onion
underneath the pews
moss grows and the smoke plumes
silver moon in her hair and gnats in her teeth
with no pesticides at all
rotten wind i'll breathe you in
blurry eyed and high up above her feet
pack of dogs have snouts like laser beams
glued to their sleep
cheap on earth
watch the bluefin tuna dodging the harpoon
like an ill, seasick wall of circuits lost your past.