Poems From the Picasso Tree
|Running Away||Crickets||Nothing||i know u told me not to touch it||Admit It!|
They sing to the dark
|i know u told me not to touch it|
|i know u told me not to touch
i know that it was dangerous
But in my defence i had my helmet on, so it wasn’t really
and besides, it was annoying
just laying there, no j.o.b.
an accident just waiting to happen so i did you a favour by knocking it to the ground
and yet, i still get in trouble
thats the thx i get, really? and i told emma to get in the treehouse when it fell
i was being responsible
so it couldn’t have turned out
it was fun too. there might have been a wasps nest above the branch,
and maybe i threw the soccer ball a little too high
maybe i didnt swing the bat just right
so i got a few bruises and lots of stings but they didnt hurt
the sense of satisfaction was worth it
when the dead branch hit the ground with a satisfying
so even though you told me not to knock the large dead branch out of the tree
it wasn't really
|you know i try to keep it neat.
i really really do.
but those stupid
trolls keep messing it up again.
and by comparison my room is ORDERLY compared to emma's room. you can't even see the floor in there you should be picking on her
you say i need to get the junk off of my side
and the cake from last years party is not trash!
it's for my science experiment
the music is not too loud. if you've got a problem
you go to the head of the dj department
i know i have socks on the floor for a year that stand up by themselves. it is a very impressive feat. and i will say, that my feet don't smell that bad
AKA ... the Picasso Tree
© 2013 Anna Marie Bierley