Colorful Language

 
Silence papers the world

and going off-road, I

blaze a trail,
 
 
–an artful route…

twisting tongues open,

& popping them like champagne corks,

rapping them like catch-up bottles,

shaking them like seltzer

–foregoing the childproof ones—

for gaudy gaieties,

glittering bitters,

& glossy philosophies…

mixing & melding & varnishing all truths

–as abandoned as Pollack

with invisible paint–

temporary dye that wears off

the instant its exhibited,

since once

“viewed”

this audio art

can’t be unheard.

‘Cant be unsaid

–can’t be deleted or erased–

just blacked out time and again;

painted over with more whimsical intonations

that eventually chip away,

–sooner if a second-hand buyer

searches for a bargain bin masterpiece

under layers of

specious

speech.

©Karen Robiscoe