Zen of the First Push: A Southbank Poem

by Marcus "Saint" Johnson – The Concrete Gospel

Southbank streets, concrete prayers,
Cracked pavement whispers, truth laid bare.
Monochrome shadows, stories untold,
Graffiti scriptures, bold and cold.

The first push echoes, heart and rhyme,
Bearings spin in measured time.
Bruised knuckles mark the meditation,
Zen taught through street dedication.

“Skate, fall, rise,” the city cries,
Lessons etched, no compromise.
Punk zine wisdom, raw confession,
Every trick a fresh expression.

Breathe the grit, feel the flow,
Urban rhythms, deep and slow.
Board beneath, let tension cease,
Push forward now, embrace your peace.