Hipster.

Hipster.

A Poem by V.B.
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I spent all my indie cred on a six-pack of PBR.

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we can just sit here for awhile, and obsess,
like two rain men in the sweltering urban summer;
sporting scarves that are just thick enough
to be the only things capable of containing the irony of our beards.
we can maliciously lead one another further and further
into the kind of conversational labyrinths that guys like us devise
for the expressed purpose of tripping up anyone shortsighted or foolish enough
to even bother attempting to navigate them,

and the dim glow of the logo on your macbook
will obfuscate (on the undersized glass table between us) the already blurry reflections
of andy warhol, some bands we liked before they were cool,
and offbeat local angels with glasses that echo every anachronism of our facial hair
with twice the appeal and half the discomfort.
you probably won't even look up at me in time to appreciate how truly trendy we are,
because offering witticisms to the void about the superiority of vinyl and the lost art of journalism
requires no eye contact.

in the meantime, i'll be writing poems with words like "obfuscate"
and "anachronism,"
and imagining perfect secrets swirling just beneath the styrofoam lid of my latte--
ones that could give me the confidence to approach the queen of the coffee shop,
sitting cross-legged and unconcerned with kerouac behind the counter,
just to let her know that i wasn't too self-consumed to be enamored
with her talent for ignoring everyone who returns here day after day
in an obvious bid to impress her with a hopelessly unapparent lack thereof,
while simultaneously--effortlessly--dissolving any legitimacy our ethos ever had
like a sugar cube into her chai tea.

if i ever get the courage to pull the lid off
and accept that responsibility,
i'll be sure to let you, and everyone i know,
know.

(or maybe i'll just lie.)

© 2011 V.B.


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How many Hipster kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Give up?

It's a number so obscure I doubt you ever heard of it.

Haha, I'm a riot.

As for the poem... Once again...you're very good at painting a vivid scene. It seems as though the battle was over who could care less. You won't know until you ask. What complicated creatures we are...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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maybe you could try, but write like this tell no lies.
Fantastic inner observation from the outside
Such choice selection of communication. BRAVO.

Posted 13 Years Ago


How many Hipster kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Give up?

It's a number so obscure I doubt you ever heard of it.

Haha, I'm a riot.

As for the poem... Once again...you're very good at painting a vivid scene. It seems as though the battle was over who could care less. You won't know until you ask. What complicated creatures we are...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your capacity to relay three dimensional scenery is exceptionally well honed~
the days of the small coffee house~ we had one in NB years and years ago~ where the poets and the queens mingled over syntax and the new discovery of flavored brews~you've engaged every sense here~ exceptional~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I could NOT stop smiling while I read this. I mean....yeah....every line is so perfection. And the last stanza....yup, still smiling!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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