Rock and Roll Rebel

what could have set the stars in motion a hard boiled egg thrown at the Heavens is as good a tack as any among the ruminants an often officious offering of hopeful effect made during a time of dreams and trouble as a friend with a favor to give to the heartsick and trail weary whose tolerance for surprise is tested sticking their heads above the parapet to seek something unforgettable a bent author's senile signature yes this is mine alone of no other no prospect of avoiding misidentification once and for all as a thing of one instant may not be the same in the next but that's just me as theater all curtains and voices muffled behind feeding lines to a hungry mouth a struggle between the world of wish and the world of stark requirement turning your best parts into an oath giving strength to lift a finger against those who think that to outwit is to stop the motion of the stars