not cool

I'm not walking 

like this 

to look cool–

my pants

just keep falling down.

I saunter side-to-side,

head cocked

hand on crotch. 

But no, I'm not cool.

I'm not trying to

look hip,

aloof or tough.

You see, 

my pants are just too big. 

The inseam is far

too long. 

And although I wear

this belt, they seem 

to slowly creep

further and 

further

down

as if once they reach

my ankles

they will finally

escape

and wander the streets

morph

into some sort of Blue Jean

Blob Creature,

and slink

into a nearby gutter

only to emerge 

20 blocks away,

apply for a job at 

Panda Express

and for a studio

apartment

so that they 

may have some 

steady income

and a place 

to work

on their novellas