
I feel like an exploded, mirrored Disco ball
> fragmented <
I’ve even lost my glasses…
Insides revolting, and
the dance floor…
A rumbly San Andreas fault line
that cements vertigo
just like that carne ride:
Tilt-a-whirl.
Double-vision
(and not the good kind)
aims for locked doors
(on account of the unsupervised pyrotechnics, and general overcrowding)
But the Knob’s high
& I’d swear
I didn’t need the key
when I was Taller—
just minutes ago, Taller
leaving me SOL stage left…
Dancing shoeless
around pocketbooks
and broken glass…
> ass burning <
and no music anymore other than
bad karaoke…
Do you really need pyrotechnics for karaoke?
Well…Thank God for Rabbits.
and the exploded, mirrored, Disco ball, too.
all flash & a some Pan
since I’ve already fit
most shards
into newly, faceted frames.
©Karen Robiscoe
October 22, 2013 





Sometimes we have to explode so that we can put ourselves back together better and stronger.
and the good thing about mirrored Disco balls–they are reflective mosaics!! 🙂
Yes they are.