Flowers Spitting Rocks Out of Their Petals

Flowers spitting rocks out of their petals under the shade. We kiss, yes kiss the rocket and we shade. Rings under our fingers. Couldn't we place the dead near that old bored tree? The leaves look so dull just hanging there. I can see grandma's hair or some lost unread pages of Hitler. Damned tired Hell. Slaves. Lets put some cards under grin's tree. The bones cracked willow rocks. We don't know the answers. We just kiss. Lets kiss. Forget the souls lost in distant time. Lets dance and rock to Bob Dylan. The month of June. Like a rolling stone kick your stone dear fans maybe we can end that ugly tree. Maybe we can make it pretty with some life. Put that tree up for sale. I will consider life sold!