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