August 26, 2013 
So many places for me
these days
so many faces…
So many close-ups
and sketchy sketches of
character…
but nowhere to say I’m scared
lonely unsure sad and oh so
disillusioned
how I really feel
Not enough emoticons or something
Can I post it here?
framed as rhetoric
as essay
or poem
with Lifesaver wrapper
and lemon drop moves
with peppermint bark boats
impugning puns
and double-dipped candy coat..?
…
Better not. Don’t want to set a tone, you know
“see the tone—be the tone”
and nerve-hitting inflection is invariably monotone
its over sweetened bitterness
like day old coffee with too much sweet-n-low
What about facebook?
Twitter?
can I Post it to every network there is…?
a meme miming maim
a leper leaning lame
(different but the same)
clever slogans, all…
dontcha think?
What do you think?
Comment, please
Reply.
Tell me where it’s safe to say
I’m drowning.
Should I add it to a recipe
take pictures of waterfalling guts
and heart beating high-speed?
a cup of this
a pint of that
a bit of temporally modified allowance, please
since RDA doesn’t cut it.
It can’t fortify a
soul trapped in limbo
‘can’t even scrape the top
’cause facades—like meringue–depend
on toothpick scaffolding
on timing
on cellophane
and the right camera angle, besides.
Where do you suppose I
scream, then?
(in color, of course)
Pinterest?
(but of course in color)
in purple and yellow headlines?
not Laker purple
but People Eater Purple
and thoughtful Yellow…
projectile spew
that’s beyond bloodless verse
silencers
reverse
and team colors
since there is—in fact nowhere
nowhere age appropriate
to scream virtually
(the roller coaster is silent)
no armor sufficient to withstand the depths
of human depravity
and it is deep
so deep I need to pluck out every eye there is
and I still can’t Un-see it.
Can’t Un-know it.
Honesty hides
and Truth cowers,
mainstream as soul-robbing
as Special Interest.
Well, so much for fiery clipart
and to hell with ALL CAPS, too.
I’ll take the round-trip bridge
I’ll circle back in dog-wagging tales
there’s no toll at’all that way
No palpable toll, at least…
In genres and versions,
editions and takes,
Rebussed fortunes
of
incremental
DIY
potboiler,
missing
dogear.
©Karen Robiscoe
Charron's Chatter 
Great poem! Thanks for letting us in on your secret power, I’d have never thought you could transform yourself into an anime character! It must lead to some interesting adventures… 😉
She goes down the rabbit hole…an animation in a coal mine…;)
Nice to see you, Marty! Hope your week is shaping up–mine seems to have a case of the Mondays, already, but I am hoping it is only a 24 hour thing…;)
Wish I could DIY like that 🙂
YOLO…;) BOHO…SOGO SOLO!!!
And I hope that when you feel like you’re drowning, you know that someone is going to be there to make sure you don’t go under…
Mimi…I do. I feel like I have “met” some really wonderful, creative, sensitive fine people here on our WP, and I look for them–and care for them–even more than my 3D friends…<<was that an ess? :Lose the ess!!
I worked on this verse for about 5 days…a long ole time for me…and prolly the most fundamental part is the strike-thru. Now to go find some water wings…'cause sometimes, you can't get out of flow, but have to go with it…
I love this line:
Don’t want to set a tone, you know
“see the tone—be the tone”
and nerve-hitting inflection is invariably monotone
The thought of the social-networks has been an addiction for so many to post a lot of stupidity in which, everyone want to be popular and loved by all.
You have poked fun of all this idiots who think that posting a meme will hit them to have hits of friends. Bullshit! They’re funny but what are they doing with their lives?
I might have misinterpreted your poem here…but I love your style and the way you craft these into perspectives. 🙂
Charlie…you did not! Misinterpret…I might have been a little inspired by your recent works. You are so unrelentingly true to yourself, I was tempted to shuck the white gloves, myself…or at least dirty ’em up a bit. Also, a great way to say how I really feel.
I cherish this remark!! (not bad, because cherishing generally takes a while…)
My bridge seems wider…
wow! Thank you…
You definitely did embrace a lot in this poem. You have always kept true to your vision of works and styles of all kinds. Which is why I like your mind. 🙂
Say, I just posted a new blog. Check it out…you will flip out! 🙂
‘kay…on my way over! (door slams, sound of retreating footsteps…)
as long as you can float, it doesnt mater how deep the water is. keep smiling. you certainly have a gift . thanks for sharing your thoughts in such wonderful ways. i wish i could express myself like you but alas, i am too chicken.
this took some huevos, and is still tempered…Guero, I like the floating/deep water analogy. I will keep that in mind as I drift…;)
Hi Charron,
I like your poem and the gif is so funny!
Kisses.
Thanks for your support.
I never comment here but I appreciate.
Hi, Missy! That makes it extra special! You are my fun Parisian fashionista friend…living la Vie bon!! 🙂
😉
I wish you could come to Paris.
we would paint the town rouge!!
Sketsa ini sangat bagus
sedikit lucu, juga! Kadang-kadang saya merasa sedikit seperti kartun…:)
Mungkin kedepannya bisa di buat sebuah cerita/film
itu adalah ide yang baik! 🙂
I don’t know what DIY means, but I liked ~~ “Honesty hides
and Truth cowers, . . .”
Do
It
Yourself
…
I thought it may have been ~~ Death in Yankeeland.
crap…I got nothin…Mind frozen…ack…can’t think of clever response…