LOVE POEM

Here’s to Sartre blends ethics from the come of some Satyrs.
Here’s to I drive a Saturn · on Saturn · through some of them.

Here's to what about exclamation marks for the second Love Poem!
Here’s to Operation costume practice and the faux-levitating.
Here’s to Old Zephyr Mouth and his whistling · smokin.
Here’s to the considerate chokerrr · LCCM Regulators don’t float off trees.

Here’s to the buckling of the incoming triad; if it ever was coming, consider it
      spent.
Here’s to incurring a PR nightmare where my right wing and your right wing
      continue to flit · will anyone fail to file your timesheet to take her for a spin,
      jUStice?

Here’s to driving you plural to the same penultimate meal but better.
Here’s to the binary progressions that Gaypal’s incomplete transferals click
      on our brain-chords.
Here’s to melting what it is that will never be fluid.
Here’s to the the balanDithered HXII -handler that is you, o silly rabbit
      which we hope does flush for us in addition to us flushing for it.

Here’s to the ascendency of Collated Vision and its hectocotylian probing
      into the deck before shuffling.
Here’s to you’ve gotten a bit smug and embers smoulder puff / as scrapes our
      eyes, stub her / firmly into filter, / the fuller she’s snuffed / the deeper you’re
      kind, / if you extend her / something to inquire / in skin, to wither, /
      inconsiderate, wisey.

Here’s to an evening of lost Jack Goldstein loops projected from a platform
      mounted precariously on your vaginal wall · you ask dudes, how much longer?
Here’s to crude decals and sophisticated fecals · they're plural so I don’t have a
      snake thumpin up my guts.
Here’s to the general collapse and its elemenal sign which is a scrap of Masonic
      ritual napkin swept suddenly into an evergreen bush.
Here’s to hoping for the destruction of everything except you and
      we · line dropped outta consideration for the unit.

Here’s to the coal’s evening gravity parlé des Throat au Goggled Ruth: this was a
      moment witnessed in Oct 2006 by at least five of the above adressees and one
      of its authors was the second protagonist.
Here’s to the New Madrid fault because of a) its final sublimation of the top
      7/8ths of the Appalachians caused by surrendipitous vibration sent thru
      Earth’s crust in shuriken thunder swirl upon the disgorging of the virgin
      subduction zone it was a real tragedy even in just the first few minutes when
      the foothills to the west shuddered into sinkholes but then like unreal when
      the crumbling dominoed all the way up to Mt Katahdin where a dynamic
      hologram of knee-highed Jow waiting hysterically in an ice cave at the peak
      with Old Zephyr his uncle doing this ritual was being beamed over ritual that
      the American side of the zen communist party who thought it would make
      things funnier, and b) the utter demolition of the entireity of New Orleans
      and every community in the Mississippi delta · flood upgraded to tsunami
      when sports bottle of HXII downed by slightly parched Jamelia (thirst due to
      glamorous introduction into Delta Queen’s Texas Lounge by electrode-
      withering teleportation device circuit-bent from Spectra Diode Labs® laser
      diode driver model # SDL 800 which somehow motivated l’ooze from pure
      Gatorade) contingently spilled into one ear and dripped out the other (flood
      rocked steamer · explanation of hole in head = malicious code hacked into
      SDL 800.n’s recoherence mechanism by Livefree neo-con textual obscurantists
      on board from the get-go) and catalyzed the flash flood’s momentum by
      which culturally significant Boeing representatives (who openly portaled from
      Chicago to the Pentagon) suggested to the Joint Chiefs the possibility of
      developing an HXII-equipped directed energy ordnance in the form of
      transparent-or-not cloud-shaped equipage conceived as non-violent
      chemical additive to be used as hyper de-preservative to exponentially
      multiply the momentum of rainfall which happened to be used in Operation
      Let Down (Nov 2008) carpeting not only Fallujah (as a trequel to the two
      previous White Phosphorous attacks in which this time nobody got burnt up
      just forcefully pelted) but also Beirut and select regions of Afghanistan.

Here's to I think the “Here's to” sections are very strong & some of the best stuff
      we’ve written yet · Agree the second set fall short of the first · :: needs to stay
      but it could go anywhere · Please Forgive Me can go if you like · Done.
Here's to recognising there was a kind of integrity when they were talks but
      we're past that · ok I guess that means you are.
Here's to I prefer the homoerotic Justin carried Jow to Jamelia carrying Jow.
      Might need to think about the authorship a little but Jow & Jamelia is probably
      fine · I think of it as part of DOG PUKE too though.
Here’s to for your records, I think it was Read Only Memory, & just “Dom”
      loudly · For some of the original squibs I tried writing love poetry to a sutured
      chimera of most of them · Destroy this.