I believe it was mother giving birth
to the new age of the Carolingians
when the western waters were musical
in their way a waterfall of puke,
Rescuing milfs from silence---
Singing in the rain as whispering ***
parts on supernova-goddess-choirs of farts,
cinnamon permeating the eucharist---
Mother walking in tired, yes, sits
And love burns in childbirth,
Her hoodlum-daughter real news
Goddess-queen of the underworld,
Real news---mother said let there be light
And she saw the light of the nine muses
Dancing in flowing robes
The sun an eye I stopped to dance---
The fat dove flying through the window,
The western world puking on her daisies
The girl said her mother was a ****,
Oh, god, how she lied!
The twisted bunny eats the green leaves
and leaves the carrots---
The earth damp where u lay, sweaty fembot
U keep calling with no request:
Wake up, little Susie; lay down, Sally---
I believe it was mother giving birth