So I've got this Volkswagen bus. It's a 1973 which was given to me by a good friend. It's got great karma and history, and I'm sentimental about it.

In an effort to make it a little more interesting, I got ahold of a large-type magnetic poetry kit from the Museum Store in the Tampa airport. I've never seen once since. Anyway, I brought it home and put it up on the bus. I wrote a bunch of pomes, felt cool about it, and went on with my life. For the past four years or so, it's been constantly re-arranged, usually by strangers in parking lots. It is one of those really cool things in life that makes you feel like you could cry just thinking about it, that people are so cool that they will stop what theyre doing to be a little creative.

Anyway, here are a few pictures of what's been done. As it changes, I'll add to it.

Just a shot of the bus.

Now *that* my friends is poetry.

Phrases still congealing.

My hood ornament.

I define poetry as "prose with wide margins" but this person, in the truest sense of art, challenges my definition.

The same.

This will be more appropriate as I approach 250,000 miles. As it is, I've got 70k to go.

On the rear of the bus, for all the tailgaters out there.