davidvienna:That Elm, That OakThat elmThat oakThey’ve got decades on meCenturies maybe But...

davidvienna:

That Elm, That Oak

That elm

That oak

They’ve got decades on me

Centuries maybe

But what have they done

Other than stand erect

Like a sophomore’s cock during a slow song at the homecoming dance

I’ve created

I’ve cried

I’ve forgiven

I’ve hurt

I’ve asked why

Why we are

Why I am

But these fucking trees

They just stand there

Making a big show every autumn

And doing nothing else all year

But providing oxygen

For us doers

For those of us that get shit done

So, tree

Fuck you

I can change my clothes from green to brown, too

I can offer a place for someone to rest their head

I can offer a place for some heartbroken artist to lay down and assess exactly how they’re going to get revenge on their homecoming date with a song

They’ll be the next Kurt Cobain

Maybe they should be the next Tom Waits

But they’re not that nuanced

Not yet

Not until they lay in my shade for a while

A while longer

Stay longer

Stay

That elm

That oak

Resist the temptation to seek companionship from them

They lie

They’ll tell you all you have to do is be

They’re wrong

All you have to do is lie with me

Let’s lie together

Stay and lie with me

Stay

Lie