Heather the Holy Woman

Heather the Holy Woman

Heather the holy woman
High on the hill
Sits in lotus
Waiting for the mystic rain
Trying to find her wayward
Brain
Listening to the Native American
Flute-a-toot-toot
And the Brahman Brahms in violin
Brooking no shame from the shaman
Waiting for a car in the transubway station
Where mr. leather jacket boy
Metal stars on shoulder
Metal stud in tongue
Complete with stare and stare and drool
Peers up the mini skirt
Making a mockery of
God is Love.