As you know, I’ve been traveling –
which can make it difficult to paint large colorful poems.
Which is why I’ve been having fun posting poems
currently residing in the back of my car
at home. That was until today
and one long dirty busy bus ride to the art supply shop
on Santa Monica Boulevard. Which means
things are going to start getting grrr,
with poems such as:
- I Stole A Monkey
- Gay America
- Gay Lisa
- How So Hilarious (About Demetri Martin, and some other stuff too)
- Raining in the Desert
- Where Have All My Readers Gone,
and more.
Because I have a lot of paper
and lots of poems.
And I am now officially in excess
of my excess baggage limit.
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Alternative meaning for ‘Provocatate’: to butcher a word knowingly; see Gizmotallyfish.
