Live Poem by Kevin East

I like punks
And shopping centre drunks
Not monosyllabic spiel
from the learned
That never feel.
I like rebels
And kids with pebbles
Who skim them across a pond
With Harry Potter's wand
Watch crowds swiftly abscond.
I like Goths
And inner city moths
That wake up with the night
Who joke and swear and fight.
They rock man
Out of sight.
I like poets and artists cliques
Absinthe laudanum
Radical freaks
That dare to write what others just feel.
Or paint with passion, embrace the surreal.
And 'Banksy' who took art to town
Bringing a smile to the establishment frown.
Laughter
The cigarette after.
That teenage chance
That drunken dance.
Hell, live for today
Before someone takes your spirit away.