jow lindsay and justin katko

Preface

Here's to misting you up for as long you're breathing.
Here's to pulling back the tarp and then putting it back again.
Here's to the absolute stain that it lay upon.
Here's to White Phosphorous & the mysteries of bleach.

Here’s to neo-con textual obscurity agents in Canton Ohio.
Here's to soon’s we get there poppin a squat ‘n beggin for a scent
     ya.

Here’s to the reasons why the conference call ended.
Here’s to the stain that you watched form beneath me.
Here's to Sorry the pagination keeps shifting that's A4 / letter for you.
Here’s to the modulated foam that you spill.

Here's to the crunch in the Quick/Dream 'fo-mmercial.
Here's to the HXII-powered commercialized cream.

Here's to your face, often copied and pasted.
Here's to the glowing white staff of the CRS.
Here's to filling up while I'm starvin my baby.
Here's to roping off its claws and swallowin’ ‘em
     backwards.

Here's to your taco and my digital meat.
Here's to your blisters and the banality of reach.

Here's to the pink button on the chip of your sex-drive.
Here’s to the alleyway I turned into to find four bollards
         hassling a dalek called Condor if it’s a boy, and
         I had it in my head that Auntler-Melte if we fled without
         bearing to look.

Here’s to the stuff that you left on my denim.
Here's to exhaustion: we were Mysting – LIVE FREE.

Here's to the Eating Patterns Contest featuring Justin Katko & Jow Lindsay who fucking fell off a mec way before they were born into each to inscribe poems on the neon flashing walls of every dude who showed up at the Patterns Rally again. Go here: Everyone's Cup of tea and here: Love Poems Holodecke.