Motion is Poetry

[ A collection of
poetics and vagrancy.]


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the girl i should have talked to but didn’t because i was afraid

we are a saxophone
   blaring through an
     August night

we are a clapping
  high hat
 bringing on the rainbow-faced
      fireworks

we are Elvis Presley
  we are the
        goddamn Rolling Stones

we are greek gods
   of youth
      our beautiful bodies 
follow the sun west

 the morning hawks
    crow as we
pack our bags
   and dance slow
 down the bright road 

leaving nothing but
  a few smoking coals

the fire forges forward
  with us

we are the light