It's clear we're not really feeling it with this new collorative poem. What do you say we take it out back and shoot it?

I suggest we do something less ambitious. Maybe we could copy out one line or idea from our notebooks, a complete thought, just something to share with the other. What do you think?

A kid with a T-shirt.

A kid with a T-shirt, in it.

A kid with a T-shirt that has quiet blots all over it.

There is no preposition (not on, beside, next to, above; not while or below or in) for where this happens, but a woman with a hat that says, "Carry Qurazies" bends before snatching her fake cleavage, to launch a better view of his sneeze. And then, everything, I mean everything, turns itself inside out to the tune of an old country song, played in reverse of course...

A kid with a Swans T-shirt, where did he get it, born at least two years after 1980.

A kid with a T-shirt that says "No Sleep" yawns, mouthful of buttermilk biscuit.