I bought a panama hat.
Look for me sipping g&ts and babbling in code at your nearest imperialist watering hole. Also, from here on out, you should call me "The Colonel."
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Hieronymous Bosch action figures. Also: Dali, Breughel, Beardsley, Mackintosh, etc.
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"Eleven-thousand and one electrical servants make a woman out of your wife."
Oh, well, hmmm...oh my!
For more verifiably insane corporate hymns from a gentler, kookier time, go here.
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The children of my neighborhood have taken to scrawling mystic totems depicting large, pendulously-breasted women excreting balls of yarn.
Hmm. The natives are growing, how shall we say, restless?
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I have stuffed one million envelopes full of tinysides. Whew. I also started work on the invitation for my "Guess Who's Not Getting Married?" party. I am beyond sleepy.
Whee!
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Hello, poem people. I will be reading this Saturday. It will be a Sabado Gigante! And it will be at the i.e. series, held at Dionysus, at 8 East Preston Street in beeyootiful Charm City USA, this Saturday, el segundo de junio.
I will read with Ryan Walker and Les Wade. Ryan and I will be awkward and very white and lovely. I don't know Les Wade but he may very well be awkward, white and lovely. Or not. It is a mystery! One that you can solve only by coming to the reading!
I will read orange poems, and flirty napoems, and none of it will be about monsters, robots or sexy alligators and so none of you will laugh. But you will be filled with a doughty gravity that will sustain you, like manna from heaven, throughout the hot and humid weeks to come.
So, venga, already! Bring your mustache. And beer money. It will all be quite a hoot, I'm sure.
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Holy Moly! Tinysides 31-35 are now available at Big Game Books.
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