3 Failed Email Collaborations
for Ben Mirov, Julian Poirier and Chris Martin

a little nose dive down,
my posture is a yellow balloon
into and out of the bottle
this sour spittle, this
little wreckage-go-round
I can't feel my legs
licking it it sprightly, a love burn nervously fleeing
the last time I was in NYC I flooded
SFO will never be named MILK
now that blah blah "diamonds and furs..."
a WASPish widow, and the apple of my eye,
and the layover of my loutishness, my bald
balls are hung and heavy with merriment,
a ribald toast to our brattiness, cake and food
I'm a bubble wrap B-Boy, smell smell smell
say that's really swell Mr.
say you're a bottom dweller skimming Cul de Sac
clean, like a mean Reaper you give good BONE
let's play kick the can down the road/ TELEPHONE
repeat after me "my bloody gums receding"
"my buddy knows no bleeding"
"my buddy's nose knows no's"
and I really couldn't remember
your text preference whether
your outta-didact was fuzzy
and x-rated but yes, definitely
human and stiff as a stream
straightening out small tweak-
ers huffing and puffing above
me working the floor
till kingdom come   
[starts couplets]
Sparks Outrage on the internet
[starts couplets]
the Bonnie Bay Bridge of Autumn
and I really couldn't remember
your text preference whether
your outta-didact was fuzzy
and x-rated but yes, definitely
human and stiff as a stream
straightening out small tweak-
ers huffing and puffing above
me working the floor
till kingdom come