My paint box is bursting
with wondrous hues
compared to acceptable
beiges and blues
insipid & vapid
the colors in use
no grey
on that palette
to shade in a ruse
as bland as a ballad
that’s been Auto-tuned
a voice
full of static
that’s softened & soothed
a palate
so pallid
it’s salad and soup
all nail
and no mallet
to hammer the view
aPath
so invalid
so frickin’ less avid
that matte, painter’s palette that never fell thru
→ the Gloss →
to join rabbit
now daubing that truth…
©Karen Robiscoe
April 13, 2014 






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