race records
a bouquet of red roses
of many hips pumped against the negative turnstyle
all of that defiant fist shaking intended to break window bars
as the casual leanings of heredity shrug through with far less immediate growth
whether gestures as empty as love or as plain as sex are eligible for credit
haphazard floods of hot birth saturate the graphs
bend a bar or shackle so wide that the many can fit through both
all be it that far gone guaranteed submission
nothing left to shatter once no longer solid iron
the passionate having pushed within our current lives
our future having paid tribute to the wide fun upper legs
passed out through the back end of narrow indulgence
children of ignorance and romance
having rose at that time
