Today I saw so many orchids that they all became vaginas.

Then I blinked and returned to the flower room.

Buckets and bucket

Bucket of love

Got them on the bucket machine

Spinning in circles

Like circle of dreams

Open the vest

Open the vest 

She says

Oh yes

Buckets and buckets and buckets

Freshly squeezed.

I find it sick what I see on some people's spirits

As if I can't see that which is inside

To really think I am duped

And I am really looking down on those blokes

They are the jokes.

Star 

While you push me

And tear at me

Why

I hold onto the rope

Can't give up hope

It is in twine

My heart in pieces 

It is going to 

Two

It is alive

I am

Thoughts of mine

Takes me inside again

In my rocket of life

Having the pain in my chest

It is not good 

But perhaps for the best

God knows

At least I wish I got some

Something.

A color is fading

And it must not

For there is little of it left

Yet times causes it to fade

And fade it does

But it must not

This is life

Not decay

Life.