Poetry in Motion

its not as cool as i remembered

in here but the silence

is refreshing

 

 

reading the thoughts of a poet

keen enough to be published

in a fashionable zine

 

a page rustles as a nearby

studious lad reads away

his youth

 

solitary refinement is what

the lucid poet yearns

mainstream rewards

 

success is capitalistic punishment

a tray of freshly chopped fruit

cheap wine & expensive cheese

 

frolicking on the longboard

fresh air opens the doors of perspective

as jazz notes jingle