Room 304

Please note, that beginning with this post, I will begin posting a series of photographs that I have been working on. They may or may not be related to the poems. I suppose that is up to you.

I am sorry to be the one
To tell you this depressing news
Your bark is a plastic composite
Your branches are held by screws

Your moss did not grow from water
It was made by a machine in China
And placed by rubber gloved hands
With hot glue you mistakenly thought was sap

But take solace in this fact
There are trees in real parks
With real bark and no people
Sitting beneath their friendless branches