but i do love rhinestones

it's about that time again
when the sky takes off her sullen black skirt to replace it with a pair of her worn blue jeans
hope she picks one of the better ones today
i lent her my suggestion
we'll see if she took it or not soon enough

meanwhile my wife and i have discussions about the current bureaucratic regime that has always been present in my life, i suppose
it is only now pertruding itself, once again, to the forefront of my recent state

so we watch smoke dance from our lips under this canopy of nodreams
shooting the shit, talking about plastic trees with rhinestones
versus those real trees that take water and time and nurturing to grow
to bloom
and such a cool trend the sparkly plant is
it's the new hot thing, clouding everyone's living room
but that real tree
the one outside the window, standing it's ground, growing, blooming, slowly
that's the one that your children's children's children will be dirtying their young knees on
carving hearts with kevin me 4 ever
and with the seasons it will whither
and with the days it will bring back the flowers
by that time those failed rhinestones and plastic branches will prove unsturdy and crack
and giant will come along and chew it up
it will not renew itself
it will find it's new home somewhere littered in the ocean after it has been disposed of
it'll sink somewhere
to the bottom, somewhere where it finally realizes the importance of water
it will be too late

and the tree outside the window
going in and out of conciousness annually
will still be stationed, probably never knowing it's worth
so fickle she feels
so emotional and weak
to be at the mercy of the weather
always changing
naked and dressed
lonely in stagnant
she hates herself

but then she thinks back
she remembers a mother reading to her child under her shady summer leaves oneday in june
she recalls vaguely the story
something about a tree
something about giving



the sky slid on a good pair
perhaps the one i hoped for
it looks familiar out my back window
like it might be one of those days i want to live