Real Hipsters of Vancouver

Who are we?
Hiding in the crevices
of society,
forgoing lenses
in lieu of frames, and
having stars tattooed on our hands.
Wiping our sweaty brows
with coffee stained palms
smearing organic balms
over ears to sooth
awkward sounding basslines
reverberating through plaid shields
and Vancouver Umbrella subs.
Our favorite band
only has two fans,
(three if you count my rescue cat, or
one, if you don't count the fourth guitarist's mom.)
We're wearing rain boots
that look like they cost us nothing
but they really cost us the entirety of
the rest of our student loans..
which is why we're now making tea out of
the "organic naturals" coming up through the cracks of
the pathway at the house
where we all rent a room
and share the bath
and scratch our beards
and write poems about far-off things
like world peace and Vancouver Hipsters.