rock n' roll

rock stackers and the fascination of balancing burdens with style
hacking up a lung full flung morning
home wreckers if you let em fall from the flagrant lack of feeling.
dealing dark cards with light hands cut from the work of men.
a forest in the city is something of pretend reminding us the asphalt
breaks but never bends, crumbling to pieces if you fast forward in time
thinking what would be if we let it rot runaway and forget what we can forgot.