Toadstool

I am drifting like the flour I'm sifting I shake through the cold metal holes With the chemical rise The bread and butterflies Float me Where I don't knead the dough I'll sleep in a creekbed With a green mossy bedspread And laugh at the stars up above In the dew morning hours l argue at flowers Sing tenor to the swift Mourning Dove I go to a place Where the whole human race is omitted from my conscious mind Wade my toes through the tidepool Kick my feet up on a toadstool Maybe frolic for the rest of my days Dance through unseen territories Make up bedtime understories Track my growth by the magic moon phase Trees bend to greet me I wave, then I curtsy I smile to see my old friends But when the boughs break It uproots and rakes Blows me with the leaves Back again I go to a place Where the whole human race is omitted from my conscious mind Cut my cranium open Repair what is broken I just need a little rewire Maybe then I won't cry or need the SSRIs Fix me like A blown amplifier