all flash & some Pan…

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:



(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


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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

3 Responses to “all flash & some Pan…”

  1. Sometimes we have to explode so that we can put ourselves back together better and stronger.

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