You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner’s grave
You have the saint’s earth
colliding
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can’t really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
can you?

From the poem – Few Words to Cemetery

Hobbes: What are you doing?
Calvin: Being “cool.”
Hobbes: You look more like you’re being bored.
Calvin: The world bores you when you’re cool.
Hobbes: Look, I brought a sombrero! Now we can both be “cool.”
Calvin: A sombrero?! Are you crazy?! Cool people don’t wear sombreros!
Hobbes: What fun is it being cool if you can’t wear a sombrero?

The Monks of Cool, whose tiny and exclusive monastery is hidden in a really cool and laid-back valley in the lower Ramtops, have a passing-out test for a novice. He is taken into a room full of all types of clothing and asked: Yo, my son, which of these is the most stylish thing to wear? And the correct answer is: Hey, whatever I select.

You are a cool cemetery.
You have the sinner’s grave
You have the saint’s earth
colliding
You have all the beds
narrow as a knife;
as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.
But you can’t really postpone
the inauguration of my burial,
can you?

From the poem – Few Words to Cemetery

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