by Parker Caviness
I hardly celebrate myself.
It is the presence of the bro's that defines my existence.
As for me, I am a bro.
As for my bro's, they are bro's.
It's generally so that the sofa
is unevenly proportioned without a bro
on the other side.
The sofa mourns for the bro's.
The sofa cries to me.
Don't get me wrong.
Don't think less of me.
Myself? I LOVE the ladies.
They float, rock, and caress my boat.
However, without my bro assisting me,
how could I even pretend to thoroughly enjoy the plate
of lush cheesy nachos, fresh out of the microwave?
How would I imagine enjoying the Notebook --- i MEAN WATCHING FOOTBALLL???
The Notebook is a queer movie and I do NOT watch it twice a week.
If there is anything
that encapsulates me as a person,
me, as,
I truly am?
It is my bro-manship
and my bro's.
By Parker Caviness
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I celebrate the clouds and their many forms.
ReplyDeleteForced by the howling wind, the clouds release the rain droplets.
I celebrate the reviving of the clouds.
Thriving, the brown earth rejoices that it is renewed and green once again.
I celebrate the peace of the clouds.
The clouds Float in the deep blue sky not caring about a thing.
The clouds are like cotton candy, light and fluffy just waiting to fly away.
I celebrate the shapes of the clouds.
My childhood fantasies of a princess dancing in the grand ballroom brought to life by the swiftly moving clouds
I celebrate the covering that a cloud brings.
On a hot sweltering day, a lone cloud will creep by and shade and protect you from the harmful rays of the angry sun.
I celebrate the clouds for they are the staircase to heaven climbing, climbing, and still climbing till you see them no more.