He’s a cultivated punk,
aiming for art rather than menace.
Dark hair long on top, slicked back,
with close-buzzed undercut, smooth face.
In black, of course: leather coat,
low-necked tee, pale, hairless chest,
skinny jeans, Doc Martens boots;
holding forth about his semester–
a student home from his college,
with his family at a cafe,
showing off his with and knowledge
to impress those who pay.
Probably thinks he invented chic,
but he’d find, were he to seek.
T. Allen Culpepper