Poem: I Don’t Like Much About Art But I Know What I Do

One time when we flew from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, short flight, early on a Monday morning, there was a guy behind me boasting as he crammed a splatter-paint canvas into the overhead – he’d been at the Blue Man Group show the night before and they’d given him the artwork that’s created spontaneously at each and every gig. This was the 34^th Blue Man Gr…