We Real Cool
Everyone is cool is various ways
In all the ways I wish I were.
The one cool thing I do has already
Been done a thousand times
By people you would never think
Are actually cool, like Bronk.
I wanted to be cool in all the ways
And that was the source of my frustration.
I wanted all the funny lines
And for all the girls to think
That every poem was only about them.
What’s the word for someone like that?
In reality all I want is for you
To pull up a chair and chat
Until the sun forgets to rise.
By the time we’re sharing a plate
Of microwaved pancakes
With fake butter and sugar free syrup
I’m reading koans from the Gateless Gate
And as happy as I’d ever hoped to be
Which isn’t saying much
But your ramshackle laugh is enough
To let me let go
Of the book
And hold your hand
And lead you down the hall
To a stone bed
Where loneliness persists
As a work of performance art
We both find incredibly cool
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