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
tony
palm tree!
youre nuts
palm tree!!
you need some rest
omg!
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