All that was cool is now not cool
because the cool got old.
The stance once seemed so bold.
That long-haired guy seemed
so cool and scary,
emitting screams
in cloudy music—
but this tattoo is now fat and gray.
The cool thunderstorms have moved away.
The cool cooled.
Those inside the school were schooled.
The reporter’s expertise
has been laid out in a deep freeze.
Poets who needed to be right
got guns. Cool is the night.
The cool stare
is now an officer’s glare.
Hippies! Are we almost there?
The Atlantic is lovely at this time of year.
Nothing motivates quite like fear.
Nature, darling, knew
how to make herself green–
Rosalinda! Did you?