Botched Nose Job: Poetry and Plastic

Thu Mar 12

Oh! To Be Cool!

First proclaim it!

Yourself to be cool. And in fact

it exudes from your pores like leather aftershave.

Hum some Dylan

that remind of worn Levi Jeans,

warm rock and roll and the ‘no moss’ gathering stone.

Pretend you know

whatever it is that it means

to be an urban nomad, conductor of blues.

Now sweep through towns

disguised as trouble and tell them:

That Cool is the middle name you seldom go by.