New Occidental Poetry

How We Move

This is car culture
Moving to and fro at speed
Trying to feel close

Radio at full
Pop competing with the wind
Drowning out our thoughts

Black, lined, and endless
A paved pathway to nowhere
The gate to freedom

Fleeing work and home
Foreboding on either end
Time waits for nothing

Mineral ribbons
The conduit of commerce
Options that stay flat

Crowds of vehicles
Alone apart together
This is how we move

Frederick Algernon