Dusted off the old poetry synapses today for a special bit of magic...

An Ode to Bromance

I can see that sparkle in your too-white smile,
the jaunt in your flipped collar,
your spiky hair seems an extra bit spiky today.

Yes, you dust off that old Gamecube,
... pop the tab on a Natty Ice, waft it below your nose,
share the fizz.

You belch; he laughs.

You're my American Eagle, he says
we fit together
like Abercrombie and Fitch.