Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Will Kucinski: Man, Myth, Married.

From the land of the upright, thin cylinder his ancestors arrived
Full of tales of their time in the city of the series of battles and serrated wood-cutting tools.
Dressed to the square of threes, looking like the main character from the Jim Adhesive-Synonym movies,
He stood proudly with his horse-handling adult boys to his left, awaiting his new wife.
Then, she appeared, her father at her side, walking with confident, radiant, nervous joy down the small, four-wheeled vehicle kept as a companion.
Her beauty unrivaled, her last name like the negative assertion of the presence of an abbreviated floor-cleaning apparatus.
On that day, with the exchange of the onomatopeaic sound of bells, Will and Casey stepped over a kind of grip associated with a method of separating grain from its stalk, and into a new life together.
If I ever see the expression of an agent's desire to enact a certain change again, I'm sure I will find him a happy man.
Until then, leafy green vegetable related to cabbage wait and hope that someday, somehow, someway, he will rotate a second time to this portmanteau of blow and jog.  And, if indeed he truly exists, he will place upon it a piece of a fence which supports the rails.
To my forest-dwelling ungulate friend, may you have many happy years together, you grasping arm-bound appendage general term for not all but not none devil you!


The beautiful bride with surprise wedding guest Justin Long!

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