“I must have died and
gone back to Pittsburgh,”
Andy said.
You are dead,
the Arts Commission explained.
We brought you back
because we want to put your flower
on the Tacoma Dome.
We prefer to deal with the artist direct–
your Foundation is a bunch of crooks,
by the way–
don’t know if word of that ever
got down to you.
Andy pondered.
“Gee, wouldn’t it be neater
if Comcast could digitalize the roof
and we could show Blow Job on a
continuous loop?
Aliens could watch it from outer space,
like an Intergalactic Drive-In.”
