1. Friday, February 4, 2005

    the palm trees have no expectations. 

    they just stand there proudly and glorious, varied and tropical.

    they dont yearn to be oaks or miss their childhoods.

    they dont whine to be transplanted or bitch when theyre trimmed.

    parrots nest in their holey bits, ants march up their lower parts,

    squirrels scamper, dogs piss,

    tourists lean,

    but theyre not mean.

    o palm trees of foreign lands

    watching patiently above the rock bands

    who play on balconies next to the sea

    o palm trees please talk to me


    palm tree!

    youre nuts

    palm tree!!

    you need some rest


    palm tree of the desert, palm tree of my dreams

    palm tree of the summertime, palm tree of the forced rhyme

    butterflies adore ye

    so ignore the jealousy

    of the maplewood, and the evergreen

    and the wipporwill and the lesser trees.

    but where are your coconuts

    or bananas, where are your fruit cups

    or fandangos

    where is your toy suprise

    wheres your blue eyes

    wheres your hanging branch

    for our tire ride?

    oh palm trees of my day dreams

    swaying gracefully in the heavy rains

    never shiverring, always solid gold

    soon you’ll make the best telephone pole

    steve smith + ryan-mcgee + cat