| | Despair is Far More GlamorousI asked the tree to save me,
To take me in gnarled branches and remind me about simplicity.
He said, “Put on your gas mask honey,”
ChemLawn came through yesterday.
I painted his leaves with my fingertips,
Because he said my eyes were like watercolor,
And I could do anything I wanted. I hung bells from his branches,
And we imagined he was from India.
But when I tried to put a red dot on his trunk,
I guess I was being racist,
And he stopped talking to me. Maybe it was really because I stopped drinking,
And when I get mad I just write instead.
My poetry on the backs of receipts,
And in the margins of textbooks for someone else to find. It’s not fair to look for happiness,
Only to find that you’re only happy when you’re looking for it.
You’ll never be happy again. You’re welcome. |
| | Posted 5/13/2008 10:38 PM - 12 comments
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