Konch Magazine - Cool by D. Scott Miller

Cool: An Introduction

There’s something to this…
Straight razor sleeping 
on the coffee-table. 
On the faded blue couch, 
in the backseat of the LTD.

Something about this…
mystery ring, 
black stone and heavy silver, and talk 
of the candy lady above the pool-hall.
And there is, though.

And there’s something about this monkey suit, too.
Red and gold, 
like a fire chief on top of a wedding cake. 
And the sand, 
of course,  
fine, spread it out 
for The Dance Everybody’s doing now.
Or will be. And that’s 
Spats, or The Doughboy, and The Rope too. 
There’s something to that, still.

There’s something in this razor,
on the inside pocket of the suit,
Next to a red velvet purse rattling a root 
and two new pennies.

Down here at the hotel, 
all crying 
premium beer from the Vegan Sex Grotto.

Something to, 
This straight razor, 
on the wedding cake, 
red as a fire monkey.

Falling asleep outside again, 
like the day don’t matter 
like it was tomorrow yesterday 
anyway.

Something to this 
motherfucking armor 
we built 
like we ain't truly human
susceptible to violent madness of love and loss,
separated from our babies, 
and at war with the women.

There’s something to this. 
There is.