"Artspeak"

2009

If Art would only talk it would, at last, reveal
itself for what it is, what we all burn to know.

As for our certainties, it would fetch a dry yawn
then take a minute to sweep them under the rug:

certainties time-honored as meaningless as dust
under the rug. High time, my dears, to listen up.

Finally Art would talk, fill the sky like a mouth,
clear its convulsive throat while flashes and crashes

erupted as it spoke---a star-shot avalanche of
visions in uproar, swelled by the breathy din

of sound-bites as we strain to hear its august words:
“a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z”.

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