Poetry with artwork of vivid color
Women centered poetry. Title piece online at www.scars.tv
Mother & Child
Wheels & tracks, baby
Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna
Let you be taken. Hush-a-bye.
Hush-a-bye. Sleep now, that’s right.
I got a couple hundred dollars
& in this knapsack you’re pretty
Much hid just in case, you know,
That welfare lady’s put out some
We’re hitching a ride & will hop
The next train soon. 3 A.M.
I think it’s early enough,
The whole station still groggy.
Thank god, it’s rainin’, good
Warm muggy dust of diesel…
Makes me wanna doze too.
Come on, hon, don’t wake up.
Here’s your old tick tock clock,
Just like a heart, & I’m right
With ya, rockin’ soft & close.
La la la. You see, I have to
Sing quiet, ‘cause they’re takin’
Our ticket & hey, lettin’ us board.
Nobody suspects. Want your bottle?
Look at those lights, the whole
City a christmas tree blinkin’
"so long" as we plunge,
Express cargo, into the
Of this safe moving dark