And Rock On is a Virtue

poetry from 2001

And rock on is a virtue
as the warm gibson sings
bat in the belfry
bird on a wing
and the soul is a chord structure
as the pain echoes in amps
some of us preach of riches
as if gypsies, tramps.
And rock on is a virtue
as if a song in my head
I'm better off singing
fits better than dead
I'm off and better singing
so the denim angel says
as the iron gods rehearse
the stoner devil slays.
And rock on is my mantra
it is a bitter badge
so called call to glory
its everything I have.
Everything I'm made of
and most of what you're not
you can't kill rock and roll
on days when time forgot.