September 27, 2013 
it would take so little
from you
to pull me back
from the hole inside
al-O-ne
through gritty Wonderland
refuting death
and people fantastically
deus et machina
(and so polite, too)
Still, I won’t distance
myself from myself
for all your distance
I’ll stay close to
my bones
perpetually moving
in circles choked straighter
Foregoing additional
shock and
mortal fear
and man-made concept
shirking deluded and dead minds
I always have
and always will!
in the way Kool-aid’s
always been fat free
(sneaky like that)
I’ll stain ego
begging to be heard
and break down walls
at will
refined by sugar, of course,
but hells yeah!
Suffer adrenalin
and sling and arrow
for the Heart and
the meek, only
…
the well-mannered, too,
I suppose
and sure, maybe I’m one of them
but maybe I’m
not…
donning casual wear
armor
tilting silver pen
on wild avenues
the archest of archers
Holding out my arms
between shots
for balance.
©Karen Robiscoe
Charron's Chatter 
Makes me wonder who the speaker was speaking to. I liked the “deus et machina” part. Not bad, archest of archers~!
the same guy I always do. A 20 year crussshhhhhhhhhhh….
🙂
but I think I got off on a tangent at the end, and moved into some other ithues…
I really like this.
If you move in circles, eventually, you won’t be able to distance as you’ll get closer each time. Unless you are going the other way.
Holding out my arms between shots for balance. That was brilliant Karen.
thanks, All Star..:) Notice the circles choke straighter, as well. That oughta help!
‘Nother cheerful poem from the desk of…:)
tomorrow…a fairy tale, I bleev…or i make bleev…
I did. I liked it 🙂
Loved this. Yay A fairy tale