People have been asking me about the Meat Painter. Does he really exist? Does he really paint meat? Would I lie to you? Aren’t poets morally obligated to tell the truth? Well, yes, yes, and no: yes, the meat painter exists, yes he paints meat, yes, I try to lie as much as I can, and no we are not morally obligated to do much of anything. Mike Geno is in fact the meat guy and here for your perusal is the meat menu. He has since moved on to Sock Monkeys (which do warrant capital letters if you ask me), but I have no poems about the sock monkeys. To read the poem about the meat painter please visit Greenboathouse. And buy a book when you get there!