Mend in a Hurry

I need to get some of those calming vibrations

Those feel-good pills

A little piece of peace and quiet

In my head.

Cause the raindrops falling are hard and heavy

Speed like bullets through my hair

My scalp

My brain

Down down into my soul

Past the pulsing plodding heart muscle.

I can’t find relief from thoughts

Tiny bits of metal,

Foreign.

Can you?

Give me some of your meditation

Your secret to life’s honey

The gooey sweet breathing hole-filling

Plug from the drops,

The stones I make from scratch

That work their way to my toes.

Give me your instant fix

Your secret drink

Pour it deep

Fill it up.

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Oh look! Tree species segregation... Socially backwards forest.

Sentences reproduce by budding

When leaves fall, they turn over.

And that is what I have done-

In the tumbling pleasure and pain of falling,

I have changed, I have turned upside down,

No longer the same colour, with jagged edges.

I landed among the others, some still green.

Shielded underneath my first home in the branches,

My stem has broken, the innocent colour gone.

The fall exposed depths of my skin

Beyond the changing hues.

Torn and pierced by the wind,

I am a leaf.