That tree
The oak out front
The one indelibly tattooed on me
In full moon light
When everyone is quiet
Above all imposed virtue
Moreys
Those vanish
Comfortably in their dreamscapes
Meeting their lives love
Committing Crimes
They would never imagine
Appropriate
Necessary
Fair
Or in some cases
Riding on the back
Of an ice cream donkey
Into the sunset
In that quiet
I can see
With all certainty
Who that tree really is
Im looking into the eye of a scowling Bowser
Two eight-limbed horns
This is the tree
That triple dog dares me
To stop squatting
Not this front porch
Unfiltered and French inhaling
Sighing because this tree
Is shaming me with its boughs
Leave!
It dares me
And I will
I should
So I can find
Like the dreamers above
my life's love
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
That tree
The oak out front
The one indelibly tattooed on me
In full moon light
When everyone is quiet
Above all imposed virtue
Moreys
Those vanish
Comfortably in their dreamscapes
Meeting their lives love
Committing Crimes
They would never imagine
Appropriate
Necessary
Fair
Or in some cases
Riding on the back
Of an ice cream donkey
Into the sunset
In that quiet
I can see
With all certainty
Who that tree really is
Im looking into the eye of a scowling Bowser
Two eight-limbed horns
This is the tree
That triple dog dares me
To stop squatting
Not this front porch
Unfiltered and French inhaling
Sighing because this tree
Is shaming me with its boughs
Leave!
It dares me
And I will
I should
So I can find
Like the dreamers above
my life's love
So if I'm luigi, that ******* tree does win. Princess Apricot anyone?
Pea ess. I really need an ice cream donkey.
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