He eats them every evening 

their petals so nice 

their stems so sickly 

the pollen all licked 

the leaves so prickly 

and he eats them every evening 

and he eats them every evening 

 

[Closed eyes, he chews his food, 

the flowers in the garden. 

 

Demented he, slurps the dirt, 

his tongue quick to dishearten. 

 

Swallow hard, choke it down, 

the purpose half forgotten.] 

 

and he’ll go to sleep dreaming 

his petals so lovely 

his smile all beaming 

his wrinkles all wrinkly 

his pose all bending 

 

and he’ll bend towards the sun too 

and he’ll realize he was dreaming 

 

and he’ll wake up in the morning 

and he’ll wake up in the morning 

before the sun rises 

before his parents wake 

before the day is started 

his whole life at stake 

 

and his stomach started churning 

and his stomach started churning 

 

[Vomit it, in the bed, 

rushing to the toilet. 

 

Damn the sun, damn the son, 

before he got to feel it. 

 

He’ll do it again, he’ll do it again, 

 his stomach hurts.]