October 22, 2013 
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
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.