Reverse centaur,
my horse gallops inside.
Careening into ribs
—circling cerebral stalls
—pawing emotional tundra
—digging through dirt for wild sage.
A spooked rush to aim Maltov Cocktails toward the dark…
Defective pyrotechnic shows
that confound lassos
and burn petrified barns.
Stippling withers of
Freudian chimera with ember.
Uncarved, exploding
not-wholes
that brand as they illuminate—
8.
8 unfenced paths by the Sea,
8.
Interwoven as wire without barb
or sticking point.

©Karen Robiscoe
August 9, 2013 





OMG – this is amazing, evocative, fantastic, visceral…I could go on..
…and i could listen! o LO LO LO…thank U Mimi. I really liked how this came out, too, being all kinds of fascinated with the Super Ego, Id, and Ego thing…and of course the magic thing, too. The “Makes Believables” 🙂
wow! love it! they way you start and then the middle and what can I say about the ending wow! love the number 8 and the sign at the bottom…it is all you Karen-Charron 😉
I like the use of ‘∞’ in this piece, or I suppose that is what you meant. At least, that is how I read it. You just become cleverer and cleverer with your word-smithing. Molotov, by the way.
actually–that works. I have come to view 8 as the most significant of numbers–for precisely that reason…as well as very significant events have occurred in a year ending in 8 (8, 18, 28…) I used to be partial to the trinity–which is still great–but i think 8 might be the more relevant number, cosmologically speaking.
I am worried. I just turned 48! What the hell might happen this year–and did it already…
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