burstandbloom

This summer,
I was in New York
naked.
I painted,
I was a painter.
A painter of imagination.
My work managed to get some recognition
by a man named Lispen,
a dealer.
An art dealer.
Lispen sneezed on my paintings
and I made fun of him.
He was always naked.
Upon purchasing one of my paintings
entitled
Glub Glub,
Lispen bought a box.
A very large box.
He claimed to have some special purpose
for the box
but he would never tell me.
I was infuriated.
I went to Maine
to see some mountains.
I painted along the way,
nothing good.
When I got to Maine,
I bought my own box.
A very large box.
Determined to do something with it.
I called Lispen,
and told him I was mailing him something of importance.
I mailed my paints,
in the very large box.
Leaving me in Maine,
with nothing.