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!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
