Imagine

Imagine you're living on the streets.
Imagine the ebbs and flows of life.
Imagine you are watched over.
Imagine there exists a patronness of street-kids.

Imagine her hair in a medusa-like mess of dreads.
Imagine a crown of un-harvested pot plants.
Imagine her skank masking her nose and mouth.
Imagine dead lighter-heads line the edges of EVERYTHING.

Imagine, around her neck there's a dreamcatcher.
Imagine her skin decorated in tats and train grease.
Imagine her wearing patched-up Carharts, cut-off at her calves.
Imagine her feet protected by beat-up steel-toe Docs.

Imagine her sitting in an enclave on the busy sidewalk.
Imagine to her left, a street-wise dog lays.
Imagine in front of her there's a backpack and spange sign.
Imagine her ask for "spare change" and pray for "world peace".

Imagine in her top-right hand a long, wooden pipe.
Imagine in her bottom-right hand a mini-boom box bumpin' techno and alternative.
Imagine her top-left hand making the gesture of peace to the world.
Imagine her bottom-left arm encased in candies, and holding glo-sticks.

Imagine her watching over sharing, happiness, and friendship.
Imagine her blessing us all with weed, change, food and clothes.
Imagine her loving the Mother Earth.
Imagine there is a Goddess Boheme.