New Occidental Poetry

Hipster High Life

We found an old couch
So the ghosts of old choices
Observe us through time

We shop at small stores
And talk about things that might
Be useful one day

The sheen of the knives
The dull soothing mattes of clay
Makes me feel boorish

I like frosty glass
And utensils that don’t match
And plates of off size

We like what looks good
We want to have guests that gush
So we pay too much

- Frederick Algernon