tree (stop writing stupid poems)

a shocked tree

in the middle of the snow

with the moon all purple and you can see it from the highway

and at a white wedding running like a madman

put the camera down and live a little,

she'd say 

over and over

put it down and

dance

i'm sick of you being so sad!

i'm sick of being sad!

i'm sick of not functioning!

i'm sick!

i admit it i'm 

sick

i'm 

not sick but

i am not alright

a fucked up project

where all the projections

crush

my skull in

i like that don't you?

blue red green yellow lights

and a white dress

with purple bridesmaids

smile click smile 

click 

and a teenaged photographer

who doesn't know what she's doing

dance jump dance jump

and the music fun and

when i get married i want a wedding 

just like this one

but i'll never get married

because i'm too fucked up

to think straight

i'm shit.

i'll admit it i'm shit.

screw pity, i'm not sorry, it's a fact

i'm shit.

and i wish i weren't so that i could fix 

my parents

those failed experiments

and maybe stop writing these stupid poems.