Tag Archives: Cool
Morning Cool
I heard thunder
Saw it
Had nowhere to go
Heated
I walked West and passed
Asian Lillies
Buildings with crumbling brick facades
Chain-link barriers rusted
Under which rabbits
Long since bored their way
Damned alleyways
Not a pen to be found to spell out the sound
So thunder spoke no more
I was cooled
Red
I’m not bored
I’m just
Batting at baubles
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Stretching and such
Playing coy
Biding my time
Until
That other cool cat comes back
Wear Wing-Tips That Day
What odd, cool walking shoes
Sueded, tan wingtips
That match your pants
That match your sueded walk
And tan, Mediterranean wings
That match your odd, your cool
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