VIII

ODE FOR A BEAUTIFUL BRO 

O! yer beautiful, bro
with your beautiful bro
hands blossoming into your
beautiful bro handshake, 
knuckles first, o bro your
eyes are like limpets,
clinging to the remember
when bellylaughs of television
shows I will never see.
Beautiful bro, you have the
body of a renaissance
soldier, itching to pose o
bro you pretty scrap, trade
your girlfriend for a stuffed
divan and get real
about the business of lying 
on things. 
 
Sweet sulky bro,
turn your ballcap 
round. Learn, beautiful
bro, the weight
of its shadow.

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