(adapted from We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks)
Why don’t we
submerge in the surreal?
Dive into a cool
swimming pool. We
can watch our bodies get left
behind as we join a school
of coral reef fish. We
are free to lurk.
We can stay late.
Or we
can go on strike.
Float away or fly straight
into the sky’s abyss. Where we
hear the chimpanzees sing
and watch gods commit sin.
Soaring in awe
to the Monarch of the Glen. Arbroath in
wintertime, hosting the Olympics. Elgin
in summertime, doing the opposite. We
swoon to jazz,
lost in the grass of June.
And with that, we’re back. We
watch our visions die
too soon.
We Surreal Cool
