poem versus email

For reasons that are unclear, I hate posting poetry here. This is an email I just sent...

Quickie for Jonathan


I can rock a mic like I am popping a wheelie
and I know that your cousin is selling lovely handbags.

The world has surprises in store, even if it hangs in a vegetative state
because we are not pod people.

This is our message for the universe: we are not always twerps,
even if we are bullied or degraded far more frequently than we deserve.

Yes, having a placenta can be lovely I guess...
breathing means that we shared one at some point.

Is it like making reservations to an expensive restaurant even though you might cancel at the last minute?
Or is it counting your cash under the table and deciding if you're going to dine and ditch?

Zero Population Growth might cut down on the number of snack chips that our world consumes
and Oscar Wilde is more popular than ever, it's just that no one remembers his name.

I miss you and am glad that you are in love and living in Greece.
Is the toxic exposure killing thousands there?
Please write back quickly so I'll know that you're not dead.

Geoffrey